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:
Chimera
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>

Mixmaster arrives from the NCC Medical Ward to the northwest.
Mixmaster has arrived.

Rhino <Headstrong> arrives from the NCC Medical Ward to the northwest.
Rhino <Headstrong> has arrived.

"Scrapper!" Mixmaster comes runs in quickly, looking for his far less cooler brother.

Scrapper, easily the coolest out of all Constructicons, is busy working away, trying to dislodge a large I-Beam that had fallen onto the powerbase. Even though Trypticon doesn't exactly need it anymore, the beam is making it tough to move around, and they'll need it to put back a punch of the skylanes. "What is it?!" he barks back at Mixmaster.

Chimera is somewhere around. Yeah. That's it. Staring at where Trypticon used to be.

Rhino <Headstrong> wanders around what is left of the Hub looking at all the destruction that was caused in the battle, this place is definetly a lot smaller when your a giant robot. The predacon spies the two Constructicons and leaves them to whatever there up to so they can't draft him for anything.

Mixmaster grins. "Congratulations, test subject number one." He says to his brother, as he transforms. "I figure that we should treat ourselves before we bother with all this hard work, don't you?"

Mixmaster leans down as his legs fold up backwards. He falls down frontwards as he completes his transformation into a Green Cement Truck. His Cauldron begins rotating once again.

Chimera doesn't particularly care if anyone tries to order her to work. She'll find someone else to do it for her. In fact, she's openly watching the Constructicons.
Scrapper peers at Mixmaster and takes a step back. "This better not be another 'interface enhancement formula'." He points a finger at his lime green brother, "I'm not going to fall for THAT one again!" Whenever Mixmaster needs 'test subjects', Scrapper starts getting worried.

Reflector arrives from the NCC Central Command to the west.
Reflector has arrived.

Reflector flies into the hub, the trio looking over the damage done, landing near the scanners and cameras to collect what salvagable data they can of the attack for future analysis.

Rhino <Headstrong> spies mixmaster and rushes over puting himself directly in frount of the constructicon. "Alrright laddy So when arre you goeing to fix me voice orr do I have to force it out of you!" The predacon glares evily at mixmaster as he says this.

"Are you going to go get the cubes, or not, Scrapper?" Mixmaster emits. "This batch is only going to be good fresh!" He listens to the irate Predacon before saying "You've stopped talking like a pirate, haven't you?"

Scrapper stares at Headstrong, and then stares at Mixmaster, shaking his head. "Why am I not surprised," he mutters to himself. To Mixmaster, he grumbles, "I think Headstrong just volunteered." Scrapper turns towards a nearby storage chest and brings out three energon cubes. One for each. Spying Chimera, he picks up a fourth.

Chimera tilts her head, curious as to what sorts of things that the Decepticon chemist is up to now. It can't be good. She shrugs.... then starts walking their way.

The trio continue to make their way around the cameras and scanners, downloading the last few precious bits of data from each to their hand-held datapad. The look towards the commotion in the middle of the hub.

Rhino <Headstrong> looks away, then comes back with a quick retort, still visibly angery at the constructicon. "Ay, but you've trraded one problem for anotherr one, now how am I going to get my voice back to norrmal with all this stuff you've done." Haveing finnished with one constructicon Headstong Transforms and takes a cube of energon from Scrapper.

Headstrong rears back and transforms into his robotic form.

There is a.. curious stench coming from Mixmaster's Mixing drum. A small nozzle pops out from the end of his drum, a slight drop of something.. blue.. falls out. "Eh, what's an Irishman doing sober, anyway." A small compartment opens up holding large nuts and bolts, the 'olive' for Mixmaster's cocktail.

Scrapper peers over at Reflector and hands out the cubes to Headstrong, Chimera, and sets one down for Mixmaster himself. "Mixmaster's going to be testing out his newest special blend. Pick yourself up an energon cube." Pause. "Or three." Scrapper -should- be complaining about not wasting energon, but hey, at least it's going to a good cause. If he were human and got Mix's joke, he'd snicker.

The trio wander closer to the others, and nod, "one should be enough . . ." they say, taking the cube, "What's the occasion?"

Chimera raises an eyeridge, shrugs, and accepts the cube, just... not sure she really wants to do this. "Special...blend." she says, "Are you sure this is wise?"

Headstrong holds out his cube to Mixmaster for the filling. "Alrright lets see what this Moonshine of yourrs can do."

"The occasion," Mixmaster says, "Is that we in MSE are about to do all the work of the entire faction, again. I'd usually overenergise /after/ repairs have been done, but I simply don't trust the supplies to last that long. Now grab a cube before I drink yours too!"

Scrapper considers Reflector's question and says, "To the survival of New Crystal City?" he suggests. "To the fact that we sent the Autobots packing?" Barely, and only after Metro ditched them all. Leaning in towards Chimera, he whispers discreetly, "Wait until Headstrong has some first. If he still has his eye-sight, it's safe."

The trio take their cube, and look around, "We do a fair bit of the work, too . . ." intones Spectro, the other two looking at Scrapper, grinning, "And that's more like it, Scrapper. To New Crystal City."

Chimera nods to Scrapper, and holds off, watching Headstrong seriptitously out of the corner of an optic.

Blackmail has connected.

Headstrong looks into his cube and gives a shrug. "Down the old hatch me father used to say." Headstrong takes a full swig of Mixmasters "special" brew.

The concoction is... deceivingly.. quite smooth smooth. It takes a few nano-breems for it's full potency to come in. But when it does, it's like a steel girder to the head. /whoa/. After that initial hit, you feel.. incredibly good, and tough enough to mouth off to Unicron himself.

Scrapper watches Headstrong's reaction. Well, he's still alive. Peering at his cube briefly as if having last minute doubts, Scrapper finally downs his. He pauses and shrugs, "It's alright, I guess..." he says, sounding a tad disappointed. "Not quite as strong as your normal brand o-" Scrapper suddenly staggers forward, dropping the empty cube and looking around dumbfounded. He peers at Chimera and giggles.

The trio take a sip of their cube, smacking their lips as the stuff goes down, "Well, not bad, not bad . . ." then they suddenly shudder, "Woah!" says Viewfinder, Spectro nodding, "That's some strong stuff."

Headstrong blinks a few times as he tastes the concotion. "Thats not bad mixy, keep makin this stuff and you and I just might get back to being friends." Headstrong turns to the surrounding group and looks at each one as though he's seeing a friend he hasn't seen in ages.

Chimera watches Headstrong a little more openly, giving Scrapper a glance. "He's not going blind yet..." She stops as Scrapper downs his. Then decides, sillilly... that she should do the same... the giggle comes just as she finishes it. Causing her to stare at Scrapper, "What? It's not that goo-" Blink. Blink. Blinkity blink. The very crooked grin crosses her face suddenly.

Blackmail watches the nearby drinking quietly, at least *someone* is getting some work done ;) She starts to tear down a damaged section of wall from last night's 'fun' Pausing, she contemplates something and stops doing any work, well if the other's aren't helping clean up why should she? She walks up to the group "Your having fun I see, room for a little one?"

The trio look at the new arrival, "Blackmail!" says Spectro, "Our favorite new addition!" Spyglass adds drunkenly, half the energon cube already gone from their drinking, "Have some, have some . . . good stuff, real good." Viewfinder nods, grinning at Mixmaster, "He's a real good mixer, ya know that. Neat things . . ."

A female Decepticon. Not a young looking thing but a battle hardened female of many millions of years experience under her belt. Her night black armour and silent tone when she speaks adds to her aura of sneaky subtlety that makes her one to watch. Resembling a cybertronian from those bygone days before the wars, it wouldn't be surprising if she cursed the likes of Kup for being a young Autobot upstart, but despite her ancient appearance she has the energon regulator of a younger female.

Scrapper is a lightweight, and continues to stare at Chimera, but his giggling subsides. "Yooou. Yooou know what? Yooou have," Scrapper burps and pauses, losing his place for a moment, "Yooou have some serious issues with... with that udder chick. Whazzhername. Not the one, but the other one. You know?" he asks Chimera. "You know what I mean? Not the one, but the /other/ one? An' not the /other/ other /udder/ one, either. Just the other one." Scrapper starts telling it like it is when drunk. He glances over at Blackmail and squints, "A little one?" he looks over his shoulder. "Where?" He giggles at Reflector's 'joke'.

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> transforms with his last cube finished. He picks it up. "Gonna have to get some in me, first. Thirsty work, always being the barman," he giggles, but hey, he giggles all the time. One hearty gulp from his cube, he turns to his brother. "You know, I see what you mean, this wasn't as bad-/OOOOOH/." He shakes it off. "Heh. Uh, yeah, Blackmail, sure.. I'd be happy to help you out.. just.. one more gulp." GULP. Oooh dear...
The Cement Truck's cab folds down and splits in two, forming Mixmaster's legs and feet. His wheels and part of his sides shift out into his arms, which push himself up. The Constructicon lifts himself up onto his feet and looks eagerly for something to smelt.
Blackmail folds her arms and grins, "Well? serve me up some of that stuff." She states as she joins the drinking group.

Chimera loks very confused at Scrapper, "I have ish- ishues?" she asks, and beams suddenly, "I don' have Ish-ues. I have Subscriptions." And she does. I'm not as thunk as you drink I am.

Headstrong downs the rest of his cube and takes a look at everyone around. "Glory be this has got to be the best thing to ever come out of Mixmaster." Headstrong holds up his empty glass. "A tost to some of the best unnameable stuff I've ever had." The predacon dosn't seem to wable as much as the others but then he's larger and blockyer then most, his optics however have definetly glassed over.

Scrapper nods to Chimera and steps forward, shouting out to Mixmaster, "Whip me up another!!" Settling back down, he peers at the femme. "Yes, YOU. It's always Moonracer this an' Moonracer that an' Moonracer /this/. Yooou need to lighten' up sumtimes." He looks around, trying to find another energon cube. Can't toast with another drink.

The trio continue to drink from their cube, finishing it up, "Aaah . . ." they sigh in unison, "That's some good stuff . . ." the trio hold each other up drunkenly, "Weee! Ya know what'd be fun right now?" they grin, "If we go flyin', yeah . . . I wanna take pictures. Lots and lots of pictures. Maybe buzz one of them bushmen. Yeah, that'd be fun."

"SHCRAPPER!" Mixmaster calls out, after he serves two more cubes, one for Blackmail and one for his Brother, and giving them out. "A.. a toast!" He charges his half-full cube into the air, a small amount sloshing over the side. "To the one toast that never gets old..."

Mixmaster says, "To the good old days!"

Scrapper glances at Reflector. Nine of the little twerps fill his view, and Scrapper blinks, snatching his second cube away from the Constructicon bartender. "To the good old days!" he shouts out with Mixmaster, raising his energon cube into the air.

Chimera sorta blinks at Scrapper. "Well you would too if she stole your body...." She mumbles. Great Try to relax, and then someone mentions /that/ name.... "I'm havin' fun now though." she sways. And of course, what would be good right now is another drink.

"To the queen!" yell out the trio, then correct themselves, "Er, Galvatron! Yeah . . ." they chuckles, "and the good old days, too . . ." the trio nod morosely, "We were there for the good old days, we were. All uv dem, yep. . ." says Viewfinder, swaying along with the other two on his feet.

Headstrong raises his empty glass "I here that one lad, but this place is depressing, we need to go someplace livlyer see if we can't find some action." Headstrong almost drops his cube but manages to catch it in mid air. he looks into it "You know a toast isn't a toast with an empty glass." <eyes what may or may not be mixmaster>

Scrapper looks over his shoulder at Chimera again, "Stole yer body? I've almost completely stolen /her/ body. Haw haw, does that mean I've basically stolen /your/ body that she stole from you?" Scrapper doubles over laughing, spilling some of his cube. "That calls for another!" He starts slurping his cube.

Blackmail raises her cube and *GULP!!!!* in trying to appear big and clever she downs the contents down all in one go. The Femme suddenly stops moving, a horrified look of sweet, sweet bliss on her face as she lets out a little squeek of alarm... "oh my..." with that she proceeds to fall flat on her tailpipe.

Everyone is just going to have to hold out until Mixy's finished his first. Thankfully, that's nearly done. GULP. Mixmaster is now going about chanting out of time one of the old rally songs for the Decepticon military, back on Cybertron. It's mostly in tune, but he doesn't know half the words.

Chimera almost... Okay. She giggles. It's a familiar sound, Scrapper. You probably heard it the last time that Moonracer was laughing at you. "Yeah!" she says finally. "You stole my body back. An' made a chair out of it."

Blackmail giggles and looks to Chimera "bes greatful hes dinnae make a bed frommit"

Scrapper looks at Blackmail, points and laughs. He joins in with some of Mixmaster's songs, but he doesn't get most of them right. "Hey, remember when we blew up Crystal City?" he asks. He pauses. That was all he had to say on the subject. He looks away from his brother. "Least it's being put to good uush."

The trio start a few of the songs, but eventually get them all wrong as each component tries to get the leading voice, "Oh, we do . . ." says Spectro to Scrapper, "Big boom . . . neat boom. Big neat boom."

Headstrong looks down at blackmail on the floor. "come on old timer you can hold it better then that." the predacon does not in anyway help blackmail up, but rather tries to keep himself standing as he begins to sway a bit.

"CRYSTAL CITY! YES! That was so.. oh... yeah!" Mixmaster says, waving his hands about as he talks. "That was so.. oh did you SEE Omega Supreme's face? How funny was that!" He shakes his empty cube. "Oh.. suppose we'd all best fill up again.. " And with that he transforms to his Cement mode. On it's back. He starts giggling even more than usual.

Mixmaster leans down as his legs fold up backwards. He falls down frontwards as he completes his transformation into a Green Cement Truck. His Cauldron begins rotating once again.

Blackmail sings too, but more on key and at least 75 of the words were right, she staggers to her feet and stumbles towards Headstrong, draping herself all over him, ohh this will be embarrassing if she remembered it in the morning "Yer rig..rig...correct, I cans..." she pulls her face back a bit "I c'n see up yer nose."

The trio start their song again, "We're the Decepticons, yes we are, we kick bot ass, and it flies far, far . . ."

Chimera would sing a verse from the Decepticon song, but she doesn't know it. Primus help her, she really and truely doesn't.... Comes from being a Bot for so long, doesn't it?

Scrapper continues Reflector's song, "o/~ And when we're pissed we go out to fight, 'cause..." he pauses before remembering the words, "Cause we all know that might makes right! o/~"

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> throws his cube about as he calls out. "We are all loyal subjects of our lord Me.. GALVATRON, If he says we can do it, then we're doing no wrong.. - Sing along Chimera!"

The Cement Truck's cab folds down and splits in two, forming Mixmaster's legs and feet. His wheels and part of his sides shift out into his arms, which push himself up. The Constructicon lifts himself up onto his feet and looks eagerly for something to smelt.

Chimera just smiles crookedly at Mixmaster. "I don' wanna sing." she says, almost petulantly.

Blackmail sings drunkenly, still holding on to Headstrong as she sways, gee one cube and she's toasted, "So come one come allll and sing this song!!! We're Decepticon's and We're the best..."

The trio continues, "We're the Decepticons, my friends . . . all through the ages, we've fought without end. We're the decepticons, we're the decepticons!" he cries out, "No time for losers 'cause we're the Decepticons!"

Headstrong looks down at the femm clinging to him. Normaly touching the predacon would be a dangerus thing, bue he's in a good mood right now as Mixmaster as filling his drink. As the others start singing the predacon takes a swig of his 'Mixershine'(name pending) and immediatly falls back grabing Blackmail for support. He sings in on a deffinetly Irish note "ay we arre the best and will beat the rrest, and...get yer mits off me pot a gold ye vile bots..."

Chimera humms along. Really. A little offkey because of how sloshed she is, but hey. She'd be staggering and falling if she didn't have those antigravs to keep her u-- spoke too soon. She sways forward, and almost falls over. And giggles.

Mixmaster starts shouting from 'Energon in the Cube' for Headstrong's sake (OOC: Think Whiskey in the Jar) "I Firrsssh produssh my pishhtol, and then, produush my lazsher, I say, Shhtand and deliver.. or, we'll form Devasshator...!" He thuds down right next to Chimera. "You know.. I dunno if you know thish, but thag-thagreen on you.. ish /reaaalllllly/ attragdive."

Scrapper greedily slurps at his energon cube since his hand is no longer steady enough to hold it without spilling some. He leaps up onto a huge chunk of debris, using it for a quick stage. "A big bunch of pansies is what we're not - our job is to fight an Au-to-bot. When we don't fight we sing this soooooong," Scrapper pauses for dramatic effect and finishes his line, "But we're trigger happy so it won't be long!"

The trio continue to drunkely sing, "It's the end of their world as they know it . . ." starts Spectro, "It's the end of their world as they know it . . ." continues Spyglass, "and we feel fine . . . burning them fine . . ."

Chimera giggles, looking at Mixmaster, "An' y'know your green is a really really... er... effective." she beams at Mixmaster. "You got 'nother drink I could have?"

Headstrong looks around at the group of 10-20 cons assembled around, most of them reflector and still hanging onto Blackmail and breaking from the song. "you know what weed do back on the old emerrald isle when we got drrunk after a rousing song like this? weed go and and find some poor sap to beat him till he stoped moveing."

Blackmail staggers a moment as the larger, heavier Predacon leans on her for support, she giggles at Chimera and sings her song now "I'm a Decepticon and I'm ok, I drink all night and I fight all day, I fly through skies, I cut down bots, I go to the Crystal City, somedays I go shoppin' and have energon cube for tea."

Mixmaster's optics are wavering slightly now as he smiles.. whether or not it's at Chimera or something behind her is tough to tell, given his condition. "Sshhhurrrrrrre." He says as he serves her another one. "YES!" He calls out in close earshot to Chimera, at
Headstrong's suggestion. He sharply stands up. Then falls down. "More Ener... Enershon! I'm /thirshty!" He calls from the ground as the contents of his second cube empty into his mouth.

Blackmail holds her hand up and twirls her finger "I vote we find Rodimus and give him a goo' goin' over!!!"

Scrapper finishes off his drink, looks down at the debris he's standing on, wobbles, and falls off, hitting the ground hard on his back. "Whoooooie!" he calls out to absolutely nobody. "I see Killarn I see Iarace, I see Blackmail's interface!" He giggles loudly, but he doesn't seem to be able to actually move anymore.

The trio raise their energon cube in salute, "Hear, hear! Let's go kick that guy's ass!" they burp, "Again . . . damn Rodimus . . . and his little autobots too."

Blackmail would blush if transformers would blush, she makes a face at Scrapper "Ya dun have da credits te see it bub..."

Chimera beams brilliantly. Or is that just a malfunction in her heat inducers, making her face glow? Either way she does the chuga chuga thing again. She looks almost disappointed for a minute-- until the kick hits her, and she's standing and giggling again. "Hoy. Orange flameboy... Needs his aft kicked."

Headstrong finishes off his second cube now completly tanked. He throws the thing away and streches his arms, droping Blackmail. "Allrright I think I hearrd that someone was with me so lets go find some bots...AND PUT THEM IN A DITCH!" With that headstrong tries to walk off but between the enershine and Blackmail He dosn't move all that well and jsut kinda hobbles around.

The trio drunkenly lurch after Headstrong, "Take us with ya! We wanna take pictures, lots of pictures. Autobot in ditches . . ." they laugh in unison, almost losing their balance, but grabbing onto each other for support, "Let's go!"

Scrapper laughs even though he doesn't get Blackmail's joke. -Everything- is funny when you're drunk. He thumbs up at everyone else. "Yes. You goooo and beat up Optorod. I'm stayin' riiight here. I hafta remake the city." Scrapper reaches over, while still laying on the ground, and starts mashing together splintered pieces of metal. "Fix, damn you! FIX!" he shouts at it.

Mixmaster drags himself to his feet, slowly this time. He is a gentleman and offers to help Chimera up, even in this state.

Blackmail erks as she's dropped, clumsily staggering to her feet she pokes at Headstrong's chest plate "Who'd ya... who'd ya... who'd ya think yer dro...sro...droppin' mister?" she looks up at Headstrong with a drunkenly defiant face.

The three robots making up reflector suddenly gravitate toward a comon center, folding together to create a camera.

Chimera is already standing, albeit barely. She just stands there giggling for the moment.

Arachnae arrives from the NCC Medical Ward to the northwest.
Arachnae has arrived.
Arachnae slips quietly into the area.

"Aww, you're not coiming? I'll git you shomething for your chairsh then, Shcrappy." Mixmaster staggers over to his brother. "You know, I like YOU..." pointing his finger on Scrap's nose, "BEST! And I'm gonna get you some partsh. Can you make a chair outta a... a... MATrish?

Headstrong looks down at blackmail. "Alright lass,<Headstrong puts an arm around the femm> Hold on tight I fly better when I'm Drrunk." Headstrong takes off at a run and leaps into the air...he tries a few times before it works.

Headstrong soars upward into the sky.
Headstrong has left.

Chimera soars upward into the sky.
Chimera has left.

Blackmail soars upward into the sky.
Blackmail has left.

A small camera seems to explode as three robots suddenly appear where it once was, their limbs disentangeling to form the three bodies.

Reflector soars upward into the sky.
Reflector has left.

Mixmaster soars upward into the sky.
Mixmaster has left.

Scrapper looks up at the finger in sheer awe and promptly passes out before sending off a message to Mixmaster.

You transmit a message to Mixmaster: Yesh... y'know... I neber tolll yew this. But yoooou. Yooou are my replacement for if I die. Noooot Hook. Hook's a goober.