Darkraid has connected. Fallout starts to wake up and begins stretching. Guest chuckles since G1 doesn't know what all is on my custom-made Orion. Darkraid is sprawled out on his back, that one arm still firmly on Fallout's midriff Fallout pauses as the fact that something's different registers. Guest1 hmms. Evangelion - Impervious to nuclear blasts, much less anything else weaponry wise. Or Gunbuster, capable of wiping out million ship fleets with a single blast. Or Gunbuster2, giant mech-bomb whose core is Jupiter, and can wipe out a galaxy. Darkraid is still relatively not awake enough to relaize anything is differemt Demolition Mech Dagger says, "And that's why I like Battletech. It usually isn't so gratuitous as anime. :)" Fallout pauses and thinks, following back the trail of memory even through the foggy parts. This takes a bit. Guest2 says, "Throw me something, mister!" Guest2 has connected. Guest1 has disconnected. Onslaught listens for the frantic scream from DM.. :) Brawl says, "scream?" Onslaught's Errand Girl Fallout says, "from DM?" Beer Boy Darkraid says, "Hrm?" Onslaught points at Fally and DR. :) Triage hees! Brawl says, "bawwm chi chi bawm.." Onslaught's Errand Girl Fallout says, "We have barracks in Polyhex." Beer Boy Darkraid says, "Polyhex" Fortress says, "Hi guest2" Onslaught says, "Oh. :>" You say, "... 'raid.." Guest2 is just Guest1 reconnected. :) Onslaught says, "Well, from somewhere. :)" Brawl says, "still. bawm..chi chi bawm wam.." Darkraid rolls over, floppin his other arm onto her shoulders.. You say, "... -Darkraid-.." Darkraid says, ".....mmmmm....?" Operation: Hacksaw wanders off the MUSH, scythe in hand, chasing down Uproar, "I'll swallow your soul! I'll swallow your soul! With ketchup, and mustard! Eh-heh-heh-hehe!" Fallout pauses. "Wake up." Darkraid cracks an optic, "Wha?" Fallout waits for Darkraid to mentally catch up. Darkraid puts his brain into low gear and tries to figure out what's going on... Fallout lies still so as not to make the situation worse. Darkraid opens one optic further and looks around, his brain still trying to sort out last nights events.. Bracer says, "BArri!!" Blastoise Barricade says, "Bracer!" Blastoise Barricade says, "Bracer!" Fallout nudges Darkraid a bit to move him farther into the present. Now with slicing action! Darkraid says, "ME!" Blastoise Barricade says, "Darkraid!" Scyther Darkraid says, "BARII!" Short Fuse gets rid of her ghost self. Darkraid blinks, "Fallout?" Guest1 says, "Throw me something, mister!" Guest1 has connected. Fortress says, "Hi Guest1" You say, "Yes.." Guest1 waves "howdy. Twas curious if Bracer was on Hotwheels Bracer is here Guest1 waves "Howdy howdy! I was curious about the progress of a re-app for Longarm on the 17th of Febuary. I beleave Fortress said your judgement on it was needed before anything else Darkraid pauses for a moment as a thought crosses his mind, but decides not to ask tha at the moment. He instead asks, "What are you doing here?" You say, "Well.. I -was- sleeping.." Darkraid says, "'Side from that..." Hotwheels Bracer says, ".....Longarm is an active character" Fortress says, "Um..." You say, "Not sure -quite- how I ended up here.." Fallout takes a moment to actually look around. "This -is- your quarters, isn't it?" Darkraid nods, "Last I checked..." Fallout hmms. "Not bad. Huge, though." Guest1 says, "Zeh? Dook" Darkraid hmmmms, "Sort of has to be." You say, "Well.. yes.." Guest has disconnected. *pause* You say, "How much do -you- remember?" Darkraid hrms and pauses to think. This may take a while... Fallout is perfectly willing to wait, given the situation. Guest1 says, "Anyone got an idea for a name for "Alpha Assault" autobot? Alpha Assault=Ultimate Red Shirt =)" Hunkly Mech, Barricade says, "Omega." Hotwheels Bracer says, "What's Alpha Assault mean?" Darkraid starts drumming his fingers on Fallout's stomach without while lost in thought Hunkly Mech, Barricade says, "Wait..there's already omega supreme." You say, "..'raid.." Guest1 says, "Alpha Assault is basicly first guy in, last guy out" Guest1 hmmmmm "Bum-Rush, Red (a play on the Red Shirt thing), I'm stuck for names" Darkraid blinks and pauses in his drumming, "What?" You say, "Nevermind.. you stopped." Darkraid says, "Okay..." Guest1 hmmmmms and goes to play with the random name generator Fallout shifts about a bit, feeling uncomfortable. Guest1 says, "Ok, how about Nightwatch?" Blastoise Barricade says, "Not a Bot name." Hunkly Mech, Barricade says, "Not a Bot name." Darkraid thinks it works perfectly depending on funtion Hotwheels Bracer does too, however you may find some people recognize the name otherwise....was the Female Decepticon Elite Commander at Genesis Fortress says, "Third-Watch?" Guest1 hits Demolition Mech Dagger says, "Television show. ;)" Fortress blinks, "I should turn that thing on more often." Guest1 says, "Rollcage? BlueTrack? AlphaStrike?" Darkraid glances down at his arms and attempts to at least disentagle the one on her shoulders Hunkly Mech, Barricade says, "Rollcage is cool." Guest1 nods "Do I hear a seconding?" =D Darkraid shrugs, "It works..." Hotwheels Bracer doesn't get it Hunkly Mech, Barricade just likes it. Darkraid notes that a rollcage is what protects racecar drivers Hunkly Mech, Barricade knew that. Guest1 did too Darkraid was informing Bracer Hotwheels Bracer says, "Yeah...I don't relate it to the char" Fallout hrms and moves away her arms. She turns over to sit up.. Darkraid says, "What's the char concept?" Guest1 says, "Brigade? Dragoon?" Hotwheels Bracer says, "Like a Police officer" Darkraid says, "Rollcage is perfect" Hunkly Mech, Barricade says, "Kaynine." Hunkly Mech, Barricade eews.."Forget I said that." Hotwheels Bracer has been in a car with a rollcage....looked nothing like a policecar ;) Darkraid is just goping off the whole protection angle Fortress says, "Police interceptors sometimes have rollcages, as do patrol cars in rough neighborhoods, like Moscow." Guest1 says, "Well, the character was originaly like a cop, but after some revision, and a rebuild (which is explained in his history) he became more of an offence unit than a defencive" Onslaught says, "Sergeant Darkraid, report position!" Corporal Darkraid says, "*sounds groggy* My quarters, sir..." Guest1 rather likes Dragoon, Centurian, or perhaps calling him Phalanx Brawl tries no to think 69 :) Hotwheels Bracer says, "Uh...no" Darkraid notes we have or had a Phalanx Triage hees! Hotwheels Bracer says, "Phalanx is the commander of the Crystal City Militia....he is available for application." Onslaught says, "And why are you not out on patrol, you are overdue for your shift! Polyhex has been undefended in your abscence! Report to Tarn with your commanding officer, now!" Darkraid shifts so that his arm isn't in an inapropriate spot. As it is it ends up resting on Fallout's leg. Corporal Darkraid says, "Ummm.....ermmmm......" Fortress laughs. "Onslaught....you're a jerk, you know that, right?" Guest1 says, "What about Dragoon?" Onslaught says, "Ayep." Guest1 says, "What about Dragoon?" Triage grins. "HE practices." Brawl snickers "he's probably playin fill the femme" Onslaught says, "In front of the mirror. Everyday. :)" Brawl has n otact :) Lieutenant Fallout says, "We'll be there right away." Hotwheels Bracer says, "We're debating it....that name keeps coming up in applications and is always disallowed" Hunkly Mech, Barricade says, "How's Dragoon relate?" Fortress says, "Watch it, Brawl." Brawl says, "what?" Corporal Darkraid says, "Don't make me discipline you Brawl..." Guest1 says, "Dragoons, as I've seen them depicted, are ussualy the heavy shock troops, the "Alpha Brigade" if you will, often the first guys into the fight, and the ones known for having the least come back" Brawl says, "What? gonna make me count paint again cause you cant get a femme no more?" Onslaught says, "I'm waiting -sergeant-." Triage says, "Raid, I'd be more worried 'bout your own aft right now. Get movin'." Corporal Darkraid says, "I'm up...." Brawl says, "oh yeah. im on duty too." Corporal Darkraid says, "*does a mental blink* Sergant?" Onslaught says, "You want it to be Corporal again, keep yammering and not moving, troop." Fallout sits up quickly and shakes her head to finish clearing it. She gets up and heads for the door. "Don't ask- move." Guest1 says, "If you don't want to have a character named Dragoon, I can just continue thinking up names" Darkraid pushes hismelf off tyhe bed and stumbles towards the door Corporal Darkraid says, "On my way sir!" Brawl snickers "I love not havin rank" Barracks This is a standard barracks, where Decepticon soldiers spend their rest cycles recharging. Many doors are in this building, leading to each private room. Each occupant's name is engraved on their door, and a Decepticon insignia adorns each in pride. Jetstream's Quarters Darkraid's Quarters Fallout's quarters [#2439 en] Thrusts Lull Place Ramjet's Quarters Obvious exits: -E- East leads to Military HQ. Darkraid has arrived. Fallout hurries on out. You enter the Military HQ. Military HQ Before you is the mighty recruiting office of the Decepticon Empire, encouraging inhabitants to aid them in their cause of unifying Cybertron under a strong military. Several civilians seem to be going in and out almost every moment - some volunteers, others signing up to be loyal soldiers to the Empire. Nearby is an infirmary, where new recruits and ill or injured civilians go to be examined by trained medics. Finally, a large building is seen to the north, where the Decepticon officers who reside or visit here stay. Pride and honor exude from all around. Obvious exits: -N- North leads to Officer's Quarters. -E- East leads to Recruiting office. -W- West leads to Barracks. -NW- Northwest leads to Infirmary. -O- Out leads to Polyhex - City Center. You enter the Polyhex - City Center. Polyhex - City Center This is, naturally, the busiest section of all of Polyhex as civilians and soldiers walk from street to street, heading to any number of places in this city. To the south, the massive city gates are visible, protecting the city from any possible Autobot attack. To the east, the entertainment quarter is available for those that wish to unwind. Westward leads to the industrial sector of Polyhex. Finally, northward, the main military base of Polyhex is located. A fountain sits in the middle of the area, all roads leading to it. The fountain is empty, save for the proud standing Decepticon insignia built in the middle. Brawl [D] Military HQ Shadowy Citizen Obvious exits: -S- South leads to Polyhex - Main Street. -E- East leads to Polyhex - Entertainment Sector. -W- West leads to Polyhex - Industrial Sector. -NE- Northeast leads to Polyhex - Residential Sector. Fallout nods to Brawl briefly as she hurries off. Brawl nods back leaning agianst a wall Darkraid arrives from the Military HQ. Darkraid has arrived. You enter the Polyhex - Main Street. Polyhex - Main Street Upon entering this still proud city, you find many a Decepticon and Decepticon supporter traversing the busy streets, heading from place to place - never taking the time to acknowledge anyone else's existance. Lining up on both sides of the street are many a business centers and various shops. Upon each building, the purple Decepticon insignia displays proudly, a reminder of who controls this city. In the distance, a massive Decepticon insignia is displayed - pride seeming to exude from its features. Obvious exits: -U- Up leads to Sky Above Polyhex. -N- North leads to Polyhex - City Center. -S- South leads to Crossroads to Polyhex. Brawl says, "dont gotta do nothin unless hte boss tells me to isnt is great?" Lieutenant Fallout says, "Brawl, go patrol in Polyhex." Brawl says, "Onslaught? Should I patrol?" Guest1 notes more: "Streetsweeper, Banzai, Heavygear,,, Darkraid arrives from the Polyhex - City Center. Darkraid has arrived. Fortress says, "Rollcage works for me." Fallout hops up and transforms, in the 'late-to-work' mode. Fallout folds up into a small ovoid with wings. Onslaught says, "Yes Brawl.. as a matter of fact, do everything Fallout tells you to do." Brawl says, "everything?" Brawl says, "kay boss." Guest1 nods "I like it too" Onslaught says, "At least until we depart on the mission next cycle." Brawl says, "allright." Darkraid leaps into the air, powering up his overly loud thrusters just after he reaches the apex as his timing is a bit off at the oment Brawl says, "im gonna go patrol the broken gasket then. its in polyhex." You enter the Sky Above Polyhex. Sky Above Polyhex The vast expanse of Cybertronian airspace stretches further than the focused optic can see, unhampered by a heavy atmosphere or major weather formations. From this point of view, the ravaged landscape, rubble strewn highways, and demolished buildings of the planet below are clearly visible for miles in all directions, a constant reminder of the ongoing war. Obvious exits: -E- East leads to Sky Above Bismuth Causeway East. -W- West leads to Sky Above New Expressway. -D- Down leads to Crossroads to Polyhex. -D2- Down2 leads to Polyhex - Main Street. Lieutenant Zipjet says, "Brawl.." Brawl says, "what? it is.." Darkraid arrives from the Polyhex - Main Street. Darkraid has arrived. You enter the Sky Above Bismuth Causeway East. Sky Above Bismuth Causeway East The vast expanse of Cybertronian airspace stretches further than the focused optic can see, unhampered by a heavy atmosphere or major weather formations. From this point of view, the ravaged landscape, rubble strewn highways, and demolished buildings of the planet below are clearly visible for miles in all directions, a constant reminder of the ongoing war. Obvious exits: -E- East leads to Sky Above Bismuth Skyway. -W- West leads to Sky Above Polyhex. -D- Down leads to Bismuth Causeway . You enter the Sky Above Bismuth Skyway. Sky Above Bismuth Skyway The vast expanse of Cybertronian airspace stretches further than the focused optic can see, unhampered by a heavy atmosphere or major weather formations. From this point of view, the ravaged landscape, rubble strewn highways, and demolished buildings of the planet below are clearly visible for miles in all directions, a constant reminder of the ongoing war. Obvious exits: -N- North leads to Sky Above Tarn. -S- South leads to Sky above Hellpit Territory. -E- East leads to Sky Above Forest and Causeway. -W- West leads to Sky Above Bismuth Causeway East. -D- Down leads to Bismuth Skyway. -D2- Down2 leads to Foothills. You enter the Sky Above Tarn. Sky Above Tarn The vast expanse of Cybertronian airspace stretches further than the focused optic can see, unhampered by a heavy atmosphere or major weather formations. From this point of view, the ravaged landscape, rubble strewn highways, and demolished buildings of the planet below are clearly visible for miles in all directions, a constant reminder of the ongoing war. Darkmount Obvious exits: -S- South leads to Sky Above Bismuth Skyway. -E- East leads to Sky Above Wastelands. -D- Down leads to Gates to Tarn. Darkmount This is Darkmount, the most obvious bastion of Decepticon power. Only the most foolish of enemies would approach. Darkmount - Launch Platform Forcibly hewn out of the side of a raised mountain, this sturdily constructed platform is large enough to accommodate several ships and still allow enough room for the arriving and departing patrols of Decepticon seekers. Crafted of solidly forged chunks of Durillium, it has been made to withstand the tests of time and battles. Around the edges of the platform are various anti-aircraft batteries and entrenched watch posts for defense drones should anyone ever be foolish enough to attempt an attack from the air, or intrepid enough to risk approaching the Decepticon stronghold from the nearly impossible climb below. Decepticon Flagship Obvious exits: -U- Up leads to Sky Above Tarn. -D- Down leads to Darkmount - Elevator. Brawl is being a butt :) You enter the Sky Above Tarn. Sky Above Tarn The vast expanse of Cybertronian airspace stretches further than the focused optic can see, unhampered by a heavy atmosphere or major weather formations. From this point of view, the ravaged landscape, rubble strewn highways, and demolished buildings of the planet below are clearly visible for miles in all directions, a constant reminder of the ongoing war. Darkmount Obvious exits: -S- South leads to Sky Above Bismuth Skyway. -E- East leads to Sky Above Wastelands. -D- Down leads to Gates to Tarn. Guest1 dances Triage grins You enter the Gates to Tarn. Gates to Tarn High up in the Bismuth mountains is the legendary Decepticon city of Tarn. Impressive thick walls bar the entrance from undesireables, and powerful cannons line the upper rim, defending it from attack. From the ground, the walls are nestled between the sharp faces of Cybertron's two tallest mountains. Beyond, towering beyond even them, is the tower of Darkmount itself. City of Tarn Obvious exits: -U- Up leads to Sky Above Tarn. -S- South leads to Bismuth Skyway. -E- East leads to Wastelands . City of Tarn It's a city. Tarn - Courtyard This was the middle of the Decepticon Empire's cultural center. Tarn at one point was a major city on Cybertron until one dreadful day the Autobots put a proton bomb in one of the powerplants, levelling it. Now it serves as a recruitment center and village for displaced Decepticons, and a training area for the Empire's soldiers. Obvious exits: -N- North leads to Darkmount - Guardhouse. -S- South leads to Gates to Tarn. -E- East leads to Tarn - Merchant's Road. -W- West leads to Tarn - Hall of Heroes. Darkraid arrives from the Darkmount - Guardhouse. Darkraid has arrived. Darkraid enters the Tarn - Merchant's Road <-E- East>. Darkraid has left. You enter the Tarn - Merchant's Road. Tarn - Merchant's Road Eager to catch the optics of potential customers, many of Tarn's less-prosperous merchants have set up heavily-laden carts and temporary structures to serve as shops alongside the road. Their voices rise above the clatter and chatter of passerbys and the rumbling engines of the occasional ground-vehicles, singing the praises of their own goods and the inferiority of their neighbors'. While not as good as the more well-to-do competition in the Merchant's Center to the east, there are plenty of good bargains to be found here, mixed in with the inevitable poorer quality offered to those who can't afford to be as picky. Darkraid [D] Obvious exits: -N- leads to Tarn - Historical Center. -S- leads to Tarn - Cultural Center. -E- leads to Tarn - Merchant's Center. -W- leads to Tarn - Courtyard. Darkraid enters the Tarn - Merchant's Center <-E->. Darkraid has left. You enter the Tarn - Merchant's Center. Tarn - Merchant's Center Plain but sturdy shops line the perimeter of this, Tarn's main retail center, consisting mostly of weapons dealers, munitions outlets, repair parts, fuel depots, and armament supplies. Although Tarn's economy is based mostly on supporting the continuing war effort, there are still many shops selling more ordinary merchandise like bulky holoprojectors, a variety of rather expensive power tools, libraries of datadisks, countless different chemical compounds, standard replacement parts, paint in every color imagineable, and instructional materials and toys for youngsters. Darkraid [D] Obvious exits: -W- leads to Tarn - Merchant's Road. Darkraid enters the Tarn - Merchant's Road <-W->. Darkraid has left. You enter the Tarn - Merchant's Road. Tarn - Merchant's Road Eager to catch the optics of potential customers, many of Tarn's less-prosperous merchants have set up heavily-laden carts and temporary structures to serve as shops alongside the road. Their voices rise above the clatter and chatter of passerbys and the rumbling engines of the occasional ground-vehicles, singing the praises of their own goods and the inferiority of their neighbors'. While not as good as the more well-to-do competition in the Merchant's Center to the east, there are plenty of good bargains to be found here, mixed in with the inevitable poorer quality offered to those who can't afford to be as picky. Obvious exits: -N- leads to Tarn - Historical Center. -S- leads to Tarn - Cultural Center. -E- leads to Tarn - Merchant's Center. -W- leads to Tarn - Courtyard. You enter the Tarn - Cultural Center. Tarn - Cultural Center Before the war, this was the cultural center for Tarn. Now, since the numerous battles and fighting, this has become a secondary command station for Decepticon units stationed in Tarn. The former museum has been turned into barracks and still another recruiting office for the Empire, while the unkept path to the garden has fallen into disrepair and now serves as the way to the slums. Even the entertainment and merchant's areas have been changed. Obvious exits: -N- North leads to Tarn - Merchant's Road. -S- South leads to Tarn - Imperial Gardens. -E- East leads to Tarn - Entertainment District. -W- West leads to Tarn - Imperial Art Museum. You enter the Tarn - Imperial Gardens. Tarn - Imperial Gardens At one time, these were the most majestic gardens for alien species of flora and fauna on the planet. Now, the name remains, but this section serves as the slums for Tarn. Various ragtag shelters, hastily constructed, or moved transport trailers dot the landscape, centralized around a pre-fab medical station that was set up to service the area. This territory is sometimes run over by Decepticons on training exercises, causing some strife, but generally, the folks that live here work and serve the Empire. Darkraid [D] Triage [D] Onslaught [D] Obvious exits: -N- North leads to Tarn - Cultural Center. Darkraid stumbles in, bleary opticed... Zipjet heads into the area at her top speed, then breaks and transforms to land. Fallout unfolds into her usual six-limbed robot form Onslaught taps his foot impatiently, standing outside of the medical center, Triage behind him. Behind his faceplate his entire expression is deadset in that serious damnable poker face. "Deplorable reaction time, Sergeant." Darkraid snaps to a nearly perfect reaction, "Sorry sir! It won't happen again sir!" Even hungover he can pull off his military training... Triage is next to Onslaught, shaking her head. (ooc brb!) Guest1 drops a pin, the results are deafening =D Darkraid arghs and @THWAPS the guestie, "Loud...." Guest1 cackles Darkraid is slightly hungover ICly Onslaught says, "What is your excuse for missing your duty time and this very very inadequate reaction?" Onslaught asks, pacing around Darkraid. "Do not tell me it is because you had too much last night to forget your duty shift." [OOC] Onslaught says, "The funny part is, DR didn't have a duty shift. ;)" [OOC] Darkraid doesn't remember that at the moment ICly [OOC] Fallout will in a moment. :) Darkraid says, "There is no excuse, sir!" [OOC] Darkraid does know how to respond though Onslaught nods. "Very well, Sergeant." As he passes behind Darkraid, he -almost- smiles at Fallout. "You will have to be disciplined for your lack of action, you realize. Since I am in a generous mood this evening, Triage shall pass your sentance." Fallout catches up, remembering the duty roster -she- filed a couple of cycles ago. She suppresses a wry smile. Darkraid succeeds with his generic roll. Brawl snickers. Darkraid blinks a moment as it suddenly dawn on him, "Sir, I wasn't scheduled for duty today..." Onslaught says, "Did I ask you to speak, Sergeant?" Onslaught says, "You will be allowed to speak freely once Triage has pronounced her sentance." Darkraid nods, "Yessir." Bracer charges out singing o/ You must be swift as a coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon...with all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the moon...o/ [OOC] Fallout waits for Kathy to finish helping people. ;) Guest says, "Throw me something, mister!" Guest has connected. [OOC] Onslaught does too. :) Guest has disconnected. Guest Narrates "All of a sudden a strange "vworping" and grinding noise fills the OOC lounge. At the location where the noise appears to be coming from a blue box, with a flashing blue light, begins to materialize out of thin air. Suddenly the noise stops with a "thud" and the blue box stands in the OOC lounge, innocently. The blue box measures 2.5m tall, 1.5m wide, and 1,5m long. There is a sign on the box which reads "Police Box". A door opens up and out walks a strangely dressed character; clothed in an Edwardian style outfit which includes a ridiculously long scarf and broad rimmed hat. On closer inspection you see it is only Temporary_Name. Guest says, "Throw me something, mister!" Guest has connected. Fortress says, "Hi guest, need a hand with anything?" Chocoholic Fallout says, "off" [OOC] Triage returns! CHAT: You leave channel . Triage looks her baby brother up and down for a few moments, rubbing at her chin and hrmming as she considers his fate. '...I dunno," she says, " Demolition Mech Dagger suddenly realizes he has been ICly kept out of the "loop". :P Dr. Feelgood Vagabond faces off against his evil opposite self, E.A. at the MUSH entrance, "Ahh haa..I see we meet again E.A. You can't possibly hope to beat me" The brawl it out, E.R wins and enters the MUSH. Dr. Feelgood Vagabond blinks.. need to fix somethings.. Triage says, "This is a pretty serious matter...gotta make the punishment fit th' crime and all....how's about...he's gotta baby-sit for us whenever we ask so long as he's not got duties else where?"" Fallout pauses, then blinks. Darkraid blinks a moment Onslaught nods. "Sounds fair and just for a new uncle.. is that your sentance, Triage?" Triage nods. "Yep, yep it is." Fallout states formally, "I'm going to have to render congratulations." Triage grins. "Thanks." Fallout grins. [OOC] Triage says, "brbs again 8)" Darkraid hrms and shrugs, "Could be worse I suppose. Means I get to mold the little kidlet." He then opens his faceplate to reveal a huge grin.. Dr. Feelgood EE-ARE says, "?" (Usually) Shattered tech Eon says, "Hi ER" Dr. Feelgood E.R. returns to normal... yes... Linebreaker says, "Ok, that was...err BLEH. Guy had his eyes and mouth sewn shut?!" (Usually) Shattered tech Eon says, "I am so tempted to app Shatterquake now.." Onslaught returns the salute. "...how was your evening, Lieutenant, Sergeant?" Pikachu Fallout grins. Join the cons.. join the cons.. You say, "Fuzzy." Dr. Feelgood E.R. blinks, "eon..." (Usually) Shattered tech Eon says, "what's wrong ER?" Demolition Mech Dagger waves g'night Onslaught says, "Oh good.. so it almost matches Triage and I's..." Linebreaker says, "Night, Dagger." You say, "I made a serious tactical error, sir.. I took up Beam on a challenge." Fortress says, "Night Dagger." Demolition Mech Dagger walks out of the MUSH, and abruptly stops. He dramatically pulls out a remote trigger, depresses the button, and the MUSH gets blown to hell and back. Then Dagger gets his aft pfired for that. :> (Usually) Shattered tech Eon says, "g'night" Fallout does the semi-smile as she considers the accuracy of Ons's last statement. Darkraid coughs and snaps his faceplate shut again at Onslaught's last comment Dr. Feelgood E.R. will not let you become a con, "NOO!... don't let the dark side take you Eon... use the Schwartz!" Fortress will turn you to the dark side. (Usually) Shattered tech Eon says, "Yoo eediots! you captured their stunt doubles!" Dr. Feelgood E.R. cackles! Askin'fer it Hyperdrive says, "Don't leave! who will keep Hyper from doing stupid stuff?" (Usually) Shattered tech Eon says, "yes, I too have seen Spaceballs!" (Usually) Shattered tech Eon says, "Revamp? as it is I never manage to stop ya anyway!" Fallout says after a long pause.. "Almost, sir." Fortress says, "And you people thought necrophelia was my only vice." Give new meaning to auto-bop, E.R. missed something... didn't he? Fallout hopes she did. (Usually) Shattered tech Eon says, "besides, I think ol' Shatterquake will be great fun" Secret Agent Darkraid is sure he did Give new meaning to auto-bop, E.R. remembers the necrophelia stuff.. but... what's your other vice? Nuts as Solar gets knocked of the MUSH by Primeape and yells "Looks like Team Rocket is blasting off AGAAAAAIIIIIIINNNNNNN!" Fortress is also a Voyeur. [OOC] Fallout is recovering her sense of humor. One good night of partying, that's all it took. *G* Onslaught simply nods. "That is a new addition to why Triage and I are taking a leave of abscence. We are going to find her some heavier armor.. or a forcefield projector for her." [OOC] Onslaught says, "Hee!" Fallout nods. "True.. you'll want to be careful for a while.." Triage says, "'Raid, you even *try* moldin' *my* child, I'll make sure you never have any of your own. *grins*" Darkraid shrugs, "Can I help it if the kidlet picks things up around me?" Triage says, "Yes." Fortress has left the building. Fallout grins. Darkraid says, "Fine then keep it away from me when it's old enough to move and you'll be fine" Triage grins. Onslaught chuckles softly. "I shall keep that in mind." Darkraid says, "You better never take it to see dad either...." Triage facepalms. "..oh god.." [OOC] Onslaught reads over old old logs. "...you know, I shoulda left the Bots and came over here a long time ago. ;) [OOC] Triage hees. "How so?" Darkraid chuckles, "You -just- relized that? Why do you think I haven't bothered to have a kidlet yet...not that I haven't had some offers...." [OOC] Onslaught says, "Just reading over some of the stuff y'all guys did when I was still bored outta my mind as Regiment. ;)" [OOC] Onslaught says, "And or Wildfire." [OOC] Triage hees Triage snorts. "Offers? Y'all call that one femme poundin' on Momma's door demanding a paternity test an offer bro?" Beer Boy Darkraid chuckles Darkraid erms, "Not her..." Fallout chuckles. Onslaught lifts a hand, and polietly covers his mouth. Darkraid says, "'Sides that one was dad's..." [OOC] Fallout grins. Yeah.. 'cons have always been more fun. Triage says, "Yeah, but she wasn't sure until *after* the test." [OOC] Onslaught says, "Yeh yeh, well, always trying to keep the balance. Stayed an unaffiled til we lost a con staffer, then apped con. :)" Darkraid shrugs, "So?" Triage says, "Sooooo, I still remember you pacin' pretty hard before we got the results back *grins*" Darkraid says, "Was not." Triage says, "were too." Fallout grins and shakes her head at Onslaught. "And you married -into- that family.." Onslaught looks over at Fallout as the sibs start to bicker. "Ten credits Triage wins.." You say, "Not taking that one." Darkraid says, "Wasn't pacing...." Triage says, "Don't make me take you home an' show everybody the path y'all made in the floor, 'cause I will" Darkraid says, "Can't use it...I paced after exams..." Darkraid says, "Before too..." Triage grins. "Fine, don't make me call Momma." Onslaught gets a mischevious twinkle in his optic visor. "Yes, but they are very well worth having on your side..." Fallout nods. "I'd rather be on the same side as Splint.. not to mention the rest of the family.." Darkraid says, "Still wasn't pacin'..I 'member practicing with my axe...." Onslaught nods his agreement. "Indeed." Fallout stifles the immediate comment that comes to mind and contents herself with her grin. Triage says, "Yeah, wonderin' if you could chop an escape route if y'hadda make a break for it." Darkraid says, "Was not..." Onslaught says, "...he argues almost as badly as the time Swindle caught Brawl in his *ahem* picture collection..." Triage says, "Y'all were too! Momma nearly turned you over her knees for it!" Darkraid says, "was not gonna chop a way out...." Fallout would grin wider, but that's hard to do, she bobs on her toes instead, enjoying the spectacle. Triage says, "Uh-huh, so explain th' holes in th' wall..." Darkraid says, "Jus' makin' sure I hadn't dulled the edge..." [OOC] Darkraid says, "Which is nearly impossible on an energy axe..." [OOC] Fallout grins. Triage says, "HAH!" Triage says, "Tell it t'someone who din't design that weapons system for you boy! that axe don't go dull!" Onslaught says, "..oh dear, he's made the error..." Fallout nods. Darkraid says, "It can...s'long as I don't have it powered up..." You say, "Here he attempts to regroup.." Triage just *looks* at Darkraid. "...th' *blade* is energy, doofus." [OOC] Darkraid notes that he pictured it as a normal axe with a powered edge [OOC] Triage @baps. "Now you tell me! *G*" Onslaught says, "...she saw through it." he commentates, "...now if I'm not mistaken, he'sll quip an insult back... and with Triage's systems beginning to go slightly askewn with her new.. development..." [OOC] Darkraid shrugs, "Blame it on your screwy systems..." Darkraid blinks and looks back over his shoulder, "Is not..." Triage says, "Hadda look, din't you?" Darkraid says, "Jus' makin' sure" Dr. Feelgood E.R. saunters around the MUSH happily, having beaten his nemisis, then the random name generator appears, E.R. Screams in terror as it boots him off the MUSH. Triage says, "Uh-huh...*shakes her head*" Fallout asks Ons, "How long do you think this'll last?" Onslaught says, "...oh, until one of us decides to interfer." You say, "What if we left them to resolve it themselves?" Darkraid says, "I know my weapons" Triage says, "I know you know that, th' walls at home ain't that thick..." Onslaught says, "...Triage will end up nooging Darkraid sooner or later..." Fallout nods and finds something she can sit on. "So.. other than this latest news, how's it going with you, Ons?" Darkraid shrugs, "Not my fault..." Onslaught gives an absent shrug. "Leaving on the mission to Phonecia tomorrow, and then after that, I believe that I have a way to get the Autobots out into the open, per say." Triage auughs and attempts a noogie on Darkraid. [OOC] Fallout says, "per se" Fallout ohs? "And I'm prob'ly gonna hafta wait until you get back to hear this idea, won't I?" Starbolt walks in and looks to E.R. and tosses he chicken suit at him, brandishes his plasma rifle and says "Next time you do that I'm gonna stick this so far up yer tail pipe yer burbs could be used to weld plating." Darkraid succeeds with his generic roll. Triage succeeds with her generic roll. [OOC] Darkraid is having a good day.... [OOC] Triage is too 8) [OOC] Fallout runs off to get a drink 'n' stuff. Onslaught nods. "Yes, because it is slightly dependent upon what Swindle is able to dredge up on Phonecia." Darkraid sidessteps Triage's arm, managing to get it so she places it around his chest. He then tries to return the favor... Fallout ahs. "Well, that makes sense." Triage says, "Don't y'all even try!" Darkraid succeeds with his generic roll. Triage succeeds with her generic roll. Onslaught hmms, glancing over. "...I believe Darkraid is at the advantage.. I just hope she remebers she cannot play.. too roughly." Triage may be in a noogielock, but she's got a knee free! *WHANG* Darkraid fails with his generic roll. [OOC] Darkraid says, "Of course...now I fail" Darkraid succeeds with his generic roll. Triage fails with her generic roll. Triage fails with her generic roll. Onslaught winces sympathetically, as his player starts to show signs of fatigue. "Hon, if you want to stay here and play, I am about to returm to Darkmount to finish gathering and catologuing our equipment, and signing off on a shuttle for the next cycle. Darkraid winces slightly and then proceeds to -TURBONOOGIE- Triage. Fallout shakes her head. "I can find some paperwork to get done, as well.." Triage says, "AUUUGGGH! LEMME GO!" Darkraid says, "Y'all give?" Triage says, "Lemme go or I tell momma!" Onslaught chuckles. "...actually, I was talking to Triage, but she seems preoccupied. Do you need any last minute instructions or questions, Fallout?" You say, "I was addressing the two of 'em, myself. I b'lieve I'm caught up to date." Darkraid chuckles and continues his assualt, "You'll tell 'er anyway..." [OOC] Fallout whews.. an entire conversation and it still hasn't gotten as embarassing as it could have been. [OOC] Triage grins [OOC] Darkraid waits for Ons to ask him why he was late for his supposed patrol duty [OOC] Fallout waits for Ons to ask -her- what took her so long.. *G* She's a fast l'l bugger. [OOC] Onslaught says, "The patrol duty was the ploy to get you down here for the announcement. ;)" [OOC] Fallout says, "Well, we -know- that.. but it doesn't keep you from asking out of curiousity. ;)" Onslaught says, "Fallout, I expect to see a report on why Darkraid was capable of reporting here before you were, when the transponder units showed you both at roughly the same location." You say, "Usual problem.. went to the wrong place, first, instead of checking where you were." Onslaught says, "Even after reporting my location as Tarn? Most dubious, Lieutenant, but considering the events of the last cycle, acceptable." He glances over. "Triage, will you be remaining here, or should I expect you back in quarters?" [OOC] Fallout really did do that.. Triage grumbles. "...'raid, if you don't put me down, right NOW..." Fallout grins at Ons. "She's busy threatening 'raid." Onslaught says, "...I have noted this.. almost as single-minded as when she is threatening me..." Triage says, "Tell doofus here to put me down!" Darkraid decides to stop noogying his sis and just holds her is the lock, "Wha?" Onslaught smirks under his faceplate. "Darkraid, remeber your sister's condition." He offers. Dr. Feelgood E.R. faces off against his evil opposite self, E.A. at the MUSH entrance, "Ahh haa..I see we meet again E.A. You can't possibly hope to beat me" The brawl it out, E.R wins and enters the MUSH. Darkraid nods and let's Triage go, "Yeah 'spose I should be nice...." Triage stomps over to Onslaught. '...y'all better, I'm th'one puts you back t'gether.." Fallout grins. "You -are- on duty tomorrow, 'raid." Onslaught rubs Triage's back in a soothing fashion with one hand. "...I need to get back to Darkmount to finish filing our plans. You can stay if you want, Triage. Lieutenant, Sergeant, I bid you both a good tour in my abscence." Fallout nods to Onslaught. "Have fun." Darkraid nods, "Yes sir, and try not to have too much fun while you're on assignment." Onslaught says with a slightly mischevious glint in his visor. "That depends on how long my own siblings will remain away..." Triage grins, mood beginning to swing. Onslaught gives Fallout a crisp salute. "I leave the combat forces of the Empire in your capable command, Lieutenant. I shall be back in a few cycles." Fallout salutes back as crisply as possible, considering the mechanics of standing at attention with four arms. "We'll take good care of the Empire, sir. It won't have a scratch on it when you get back." Her optics twinkle. Onslaught says, "...if it doesn't, I would be concerned, Fallout. Feel free to bust some Autobots." He starts to rise off the ground, "Coming, Triage?" Triage nods. "Yep." Onslaught gets a bucket of water tossed upon him and he shrieks! "I'm melting! Meeeellllltiiiing..." He beomes a puddle of goo, and departs. Onslaught has left. Triage gets dragged through a big wobbly swirly thing by some guy named 'Cthulutron.' (OOC!) Triage has left. Fallout watches them leave and whews. Fallout sits back down. Darkraid says, "Was close...." Fallout nods. "Unfortunately, I have too good of a memory to pretend that never happened.." Darkraid shrugs, "Not like I can either. Though as much as I can 'member we just slept." Fallout nods. Darkraid says, "Not a big deal then" Fallout nods. "Except for the gossips around Poly.. an' most of those I know how to quiet.." She grins. "Comes from having grown up there." Darkraid shrugs, "C'n always pass it of as some other femme. Not like that isn't part of my reputation already." You say, "'raid, there -aren't- any other femmes my size working in that building.." Darkraid says, "Your point? I can bring others in.." You say, "There's a mech, but I don't think you'd care for that kind of gossip.." Darkraid would take a pair of arms off if he were in a worse but as it is he let's it slide. "There are civs your size." Fallout nods. "I just have to go find Beam." Darkraid says, "Right...then I'm headed back to my quarters to get at least somthing done." Darkraid enters the Tarn - Cultural Center <-N- North>. Darkraid has left.