NCC Central Hub

    This is the very center of New Crystal City and serves as the gateway to the other areas. There are spires that reach up high into the sky and domes that crouch down low to the ground, facilities constructed purely of transparent materials, and even tunnels that travel into the ground. Vast sky-roads loom overhead, providing access to many of the buildings in a mad crisscross pattern. Among the buildings one can access from the central hub are the gleaming crystal dome-like command center, the hardy bunker-like medical ward, and the huge metal Coliseum-inspired arena. The various roadways travel to other parts of the city, including a decrepit sky-road that plunges underground to the dungeon, a wide low road to the residential plaza, a short bridge that travels to the elevated spaceport, and a twisting, winding maze of a street that leads out to the coastline.

Contents:
Mixmaster
Hook
Sensor4
The Powerbase
Obvious exits:
North <N> leads to Mount R'Lyeh.
Northeast <NE> leads to NCC Dungeon.
Northwest <NW> leads to NCC Medical Ward.
South <S> leads to NCC Coastline.
Southeast <SE> leads to NCC Residential Plaza.
Southwest <SW> leads to NCC Spaceport.
East <E> leads to NCC Arena.
West <W> leads to NCC Central Command.
Fly <Up>

Scrapper falls forward, folding his legs up onto his back. His arms slide into his torso to let the wheels grip the ground. From his back, his shovel folds up into the payloader's front.

Hook falls backward, limbs rotating and flipping back as he transforms into a lime green crane.

Payloader <Scrapper> is on his side of the hub. The west side. The best side. The darrrrk side. The payloader has almost completely cleared out all of the rubble, and only tiny little sections remain right near where the black magic marker line runs down the city, splitting it into two halves. The Constructicon Commander gazes back where the power grid has already been restored on his side, and then looks towards Hook's section to see what he's accomplished so far.

East Siiiiiide! Yes, Hook is working as well, the residential plaza's streets free of rubble and the buildings being.. altered? Yes, the building's aren't merely being repaired. Oh no. Hook is taking the time to correct a number of Scrapper's "errors". When he's done, there won't be streets straighter, or corners more exact anywhere in existance. Winch whining as he lifts another girder into place, Hook hums a jaunty tune as he works.

Payloader <Scrapper> stares at the buildings. He drives up along the border between the two sections, pausing only to pick up the final bit of rubble into his power shovel and dumping it onto Hook's side when he hopefully isn't looking. Once done, he crosses the border into Hook Land. "What..." he rasps in shock, "What have you done to my baby?!" he gasps, staring at the 'fixes'. "You've destroyed the FEELING that went into them!"

Crane <Hook> executes a three point turn to face Scrapper. "If by feeling" he begins smugly, "..you mean dangerously slanted walls, uneven streets, and shoddy construction.. then yes, Scrapper. I suppose I /have/."

Payloader <Scrapper> grits his teeth internally. "'Uneven'..." he echos in shock. "Uneven? What kind of moronic foolishness are you jabbering about?" The Constructicon pulls up towards one of the struts that's keeping up one of the skylanes. he nudges it ever so slightly with his shovel, moving it mere milimetres. "How do ya like -that-, huh?!"


Crane <Hook> gasps! "You idiot! What are you DOING?" he emits, hurrily bringing his lifing arm around and lassoing the strut with his hook, carefully winching it those important few milimeters back into place. "Petty revenge is one thing.. but I would've thought you had /better/ things to do than to inflict your sub-standard "artistic" modifications on my perfect work." The miffed engineer revs his engine angrily.


Payloader <Scrapper> watches as Hook desperately returns the support strut back to its 'proper' place. "Bah, you're just destroying the BEAUTY that this place used to have! By the Pitt, if you're going to rebuild it with all the feeling of a doped up Shockwave, you might as well just leave all the rubbble strewn about. Believe me, Hook, I'm improving on your work. Why, if you didn't have me here to look over your shoulder, we'd all live slaggin' sterile lives."

"Maybe" Hook replies huffily, "But at leasts my buildings STAY UP! If I listened to everything /you/ said, this place would look like an explosion in an art-gallery, and have as much defensive capability as a SPONGE."

Payloader <Scrapper> raises and lowers his shovel in frustration. "A sponge... a sponge...?" he rasps. "I didn't hear you complaining when the defenses that *I* designed and *I* installed started gunning down the EDC and Autobot troopers!

Crane <Hook> releases the support strut and goes back to winching girders into place. "Those support guns had an accuracy of 83.2 percent! 83.2, I ask you! We might as well have been firing randomly! ..And as I recall, I was too busy trying to stop a certain.." he pauses, then continues with a certain amount of relish, "/retard/ from going insane and making Devestator fall apart"

Payloader <Scrapper> grrrs at The Word. Even though he no longer drops down to the ground and cries when he hears it, the lime green engineer doesn't really like to be reminded about the whole ordeal. "83.2 percent. Bah! If YOU had designed the guns, oh, sure, they'd have their glitchin' 100% accuracy rating. But do you know what? Huh? Do you? The guns woulda taken an /hour/ between every shot."

"An HOUR?" Hook emits angrily, before reigning in his emotion. "/Must/ you resort to slander, Scrapper? I know you're upset that I'm a better engineer than you are, but really.

Payloader <Scrapper> gasps, "A better engineer? Oh, I'm sorry, is THAT why you're placed in command of the Constructicons... what, every several years or so? I notice you can never hold onto it. *I* think you're just jealous that I'm such an inspirational leader!"

"YOU? Inpspirational!" Scrapper yells. "You couldn't inspire a PETRORABBIT! The only reason the others follow /you/ is because you let them get away with sub-standard work, and don't BOTHER to correct their mistakes!"

"YOU? Inpspirational!" HOOK, dammit! HOOK! yells. "You couldn't inspire a PETRORABBIT! The only reason the others follow /you/ is because you let them get away with sub-standard work, and don't BOTHER to correct their mistakes!"

Payloader <Scrapper> swings around to face the crane, aiming his shovel towards Hook. "Why you... you're just a snobbish little pig-mech who can't see further than one nano-metre in front of his own optical sensors! You're BLIND to the world of art! You know nothing of design, and nothing of leadership, and nothing of putting your soul into your work! For you it's all just mathematical equations! Bah! No wonder everyone else hates you!"

"Hah! Art! I.. wait, WHAT?" Hook replies, reving his engine. "You liar! Mathematics IS art! You're just too STUPID to see it! And you think the others hate ME? HAH! The things /I've/ heard about /you/ Scrapper..."

Payloader <Scrapper> glares, reving his engine and trying to drown out his inferior brother's reving. "Oooh, MaaaatheMATics, eh? Yeah, that's real impressive art there, you turborunt. I can just imagine everyone sitting around talking about how great your slagging /minus/ sign is. And wait? Wait wait. -What-, exactly, have you heard about me?" he hisses suspiciously.

Crane <Hook> transforms, /just/ so he can sneer at Scrapper, despite the size advantage this gives his angry brother. "Are you /sure/ you want to know, Scrapper? They say ignorance is bliss after all.."

The crane flips up on its end, parts shifting and rotating until it's reconfigured into the robotic form of Hook.

Payloader <Scrapper> transforms just because he assumes that Hook has some plan, and he ain't gonna let his brother get the upper hand. "Tell me, scrapheap." He sneers, shaking a fist. "Or should I give you time to make something up?"

The rear section of the payloader unfolds and stands up, revealing two legs. The sides and the wheels slide out to form arms and hands. The shovel itself folds onto the robot's back as Scrapper's head is revealed.

Hook looks smug. "Why would I make something up Scrapper, when the truth is much more amusing? They /say/ you've been... how shall I put this.. following Galvatron's example a little too closely. They /say/ this "retard" thing was just a symptom of your... eccentricity that was merely bought to the surface. They /say/ you've become fixated with collecting body parts, rather than doing any /real/ work.."

Scrapper leans in as if Hook was telling him a secret or something. "THEY THINK I'M /CRAZY/?!" he roars, getting to the heart of what Hook was essentially saying. "I'll prove I'm not crazy! I'll go beat their heads in until their audio sensors bleed." He fumes, taking a step back away from Hook. He stops abruptly and takes the step forward as a thought comes to him. "I don't believe you. You're a filthy liar!"

Hook smirks, pleased that his comments have had their desired result - that is, making Scrapper look even crazier than he is. "I don't really care /what/ you believe, Scrapper. After all, /I'm/ not the one having trouble seperating reality from delusion."

Scrapper steps closer to Hook so they're face to face. "My use of body parts is nothing short of brilliance!" And Scrapper's the modest one of the group. Well, not around his brothers, he isn't. "At least I don't freak out every time - ooooooh - something gets moved a fraction of an inch." He makes spooky motions with his fingers.

"It was at LEAST 0.67 of an inch, and you KNOW it, Scrapper!" Hook retorts with a flash of anger.

Scrapper grins behind his faceplate and moves away from Hook towards the same strut as before. "Boy, I sure hope I don't accidently bump into this support strut." he sings merrily.

Hook grits his teeth. "You stay away from my work!" he cries out, clenching one fist and stepping forward to shake it at Scrapper. "Go scribble out a picture with your own energon, or whatever it is you do these days!"

Scrapper dances towards the strut and continues to sing, "I'm sorry, Hook, I can't hear you. I'm too busy prancing around and blabbering about - ooooh - /mathematics/." He prances around the strut mockingly, almost bumping into it.

"NO!" Hook yells, rushing foward. "You... you RETARD!"

Scrapper flashes a grin at Hook, "I'm a what?" he asks, putting his hand on the strut. "What's that, Hook? What am I?" he takes the strut hostage.

Hook freezes, fists clenched, vibrating with anger. "You...you...you..."

Scrapper beams an innocent smile behind his faceplate. "Yes, Hook? You, you, you... what? Go on."

Mathematics.. it's the key to the universe. Why, it can be used to describe everything - the dance of electrons, the orbit of planets.. and the parabolic arc Hooks's fist makes as it glides through the air directly towards Scrapper's smug faceplate. "You RETARD!!!" he screams.

<Attack:> Hook used punch. (&combatspam me=1 to stop this.)
Hook strikes you with Wipe that smile from your faceplate! for 8 points of damage.

"Gaaaaah! Get offa me, you freak!" Scrapper shouts as he and Hook go tumbling down to the ground. There's a dent in his faceplate, but he doesn't seem to care all that much. "Stop being such a little pussy all the time!" While on the ground, he awkwardly tries to kick
Hook in the gut so he'll stop being mean.

You strike Hook with Kicking Autobots into Scrap.

___Endurance check for Hook___
Scrapper - 62/70 <24>
Hook - 78/83 <31>

Hook makes a *WHUF* noise as he's kicked right in the midsection and onto his aft on the ground. "Then stop being such a pissy ARTEEST" Hook sneers, not bothering to get up.

Scrapper rolls onto his back before getting to his hands and knees, "Why you..." he stammers for a few seconds, thinking of something appropriate to retort with. "Pissy mathimatician," he sneers right back.

Hook hahs! "Oh yes, VERY clever Scrapper." Hook replies, rising up on one knee. "I thought you were supposed to be the /creative/ one."

Scrapper rises to one knee, and then up to his feet just so he can be the first one back up. "Well you probably stole the idea from me!" Scrapper snorts.

Hook hurridly follows Scrapper's example. "Well if I /did/, I've improved it,"

Scrapper smirks and waves his hand dismissively, "'Improved' my right interface node!" He folds his arm and sneers condesendingly, "The Constructicons wouldn't be anything without my creativity."

"Your "creativity", Scrapper, is just an excuse for laziness and half hearted workmanship" Hook replies, waving a finger at his brother. "Now have you finished wasting my time? Or are you going to babble some more?"

Scrapper shakes his head, but then realize that that basically says 'no, I'm going to finally stop babbling', so he then nods, but then realizes that basically says 'yes, I'm going to babble some more'. And so, he settles on saying, "Bah!" He pauses and thinks for a moment. And then, as quickly the whole conflict started, Scrapper says in a calm voice, "Oh, by the way, I need your help with a circuitboard design for the command centre repairs."

Hook's otpics flicker in a blink. "Which module?" he asks, in a self satisfied tone. Which for Hook is his usual conversational mode.

Scrapper explains while gesturing calmly with his hands, "The module for the interface terminal was completely fried. I think it blew out when the solar collecter was destroyed."

"I /told/ you the shielding should have been increased another 0.5 astro-units." Hook grumbles. "Now we're going to have to start from scratch."

Scrapper throws his hands up into the air, "Well excuse me, but I didn't expect an entire feedback loop to originate from the solar collector hub. I *thought* Bonecrusher had finally done something right with the powerbase."