Trypticon Communications Center

 

     This large room filled with delicate equipment. Technicians monitor radio chat constantly. While dark, the room has light to see by, from the huge glowing board that is the communications net. One side of the room is for computers and equipment used for communications. The remaining monitors are focused mainly on the latest intelligence reports coming in from around the area.

 

Contents:

Long Haul

Extended Radio Equipment 64

Obvious exits:

West <W> leads to Trypticon Command Center.

 

Supposedly, Long Haul takes no pride in being a Constructicon. Well, that is quite untrue. He is just wrapped up in his own pursuits, never daring to upset his superiors with his true feelings. But, there is one Autobot in particular Long Haul has no such reservations about: Omega Supreme. With a brilliant plan to vent his anger over performing the most menial part in constructing New Crystal City, the supply runner makes his way to Trypticon's long range radio equipment...

 

Long Haul pulls out the radio and adjusts some of the dials.

 

Long Haul says, "Calling, Omega Supreme, this is Long Haul. We Constructicons were so kind to send you a fragment of the original Crystal City and yet you have no spoken any words of thanks. Now, I consider that very rude."

 

Scrapper strides into the communications station. My my, those Constructicons sometimes seem to be telepathic in the way they work and play. He grunts as he spies Long Haul. "Long Haul. What are you doing?" he asks in annoyance, making his way over to the comm station.

 

Tapping on the radio equipment impatiently, Long Haul awaits a reply, oblivious to Scrapper passing outside. Hearing nothing but static on the other end, he adds goadingly, "Come on, old friend. We are trying ever so hard to patch up our differences." Who knew the supply runner was capable of sarcasm? Well, if you get the guy out of his shell and give him the chance to wreak havoc, this is what you get...until Scrapper walks in, of course. Startled and snapping to attention, Long

Haul looks around frantically, searching for an excuse. It being rare for him to play hooky from work, he just comes out with the truth, his head hung low, "I was just trying to make radio contact with ol' Omega..."

 

Long Haul pulls out the radio and adjusts some of the dials.

 

Scrapper's expression turns from annoyed to a sadistic evil as he chuckles darkly. "Heh heh... poor, demented Omega Supreme." He chuckles and takes a seat next to his Constructicon brother. "Ask him if he's gotten our little present yet. Surely even the Autobot mail delivery service would have reached him /by now/." Scrapper had sent that thing over two months ago for cryin' out loud, and it's only just recently arrived! Course, ICly Scrapper doesn't know that. The lime green engineer cracks his knuckles loudly. This is one of the few things as enjoyable as putting up a new structure. The skyline from the Crystal City Command Center (CCCC?) can wait a little bit...

 

Long Haul smiles at the change in his brother's demeanor. Turning some dials in hopes of minimizing static, the supply runner goes on with his message, hoping to make contact with the vengeful guardian. "Omega, did you hear that?" he says into the communicator, "Scapper is here with me now. He, having faith in your manners, suspects your gift has no reached you yet. He doesn't have much faith in the Autobot mail systems it seems." Having said that, Long Haul listens carefully, pressing his audio sensor against the nearest speaker as he hopes to catch even the fainest sounds of displeasure on the other end.

 

Long Haul pulls out the radio and adjusts some of the dials.

 

Scrapper snickers cruely and leans back in his chair, resting his feet on one of the unused communications consoles. He listens intently to the mild static that can be heard over the radio. He sighs and shakes his head. "Perhaps Omega Supreme is a tad too busy wallowing in his own pity to even give us the thanks we deserve for our kind, selfless gesture of good will, mmm?" he chuckles. "A bit of a cry baby, isn't he?"

 

Long Haul shakes his head, a forced look of regret behind his mouth guard, "I'm afraid so." This false regret finding its way into the supply runner's voice, he continues his conversation with Scrapper, keeping the lines open the entire time, "It really is a shame that robots like that can't get over the past. I mean, we build the city in the first place and we've moved on. Why can't he?" Long Haul then directs his words to Omega himself..."If you haven't heard, Omega, we are building New Crystal City on Earth. It's going to be even better then the first! Oh, I wish you the best of luck with your recreation of the city, but I'm afraid it just won't be the same without the original architects. Oh, who were they again? Such beautiful craftsman. Hey, if you play your cards right, maybe we'll give you an invitation to come down some time. We are just so forgiving, after all."

 

Long Haul pulls out the radio and adjusts some of the dials.

 

Long Haul pulls out the radio and adjusts some of the dials.

 

Hook enters from the Command Center to the west.

Hook has arrived.

 

Long Haul and Scrapper are sitting at communications array trying to make contact with Omega Supreme. They are just making a friendly house call, of course.

 

Scrapper appears to be oh so comfortable at his position here. He's listening to his brother insult his hated enemy for over a million years. He grins and leans forward. "My turn, Long Haul. You aren't getting a reaction out of him yet. Here, let me try..." he fiddles around with the dials: Hey, Omega. As Long Haul says, we're building a BETTER Crystal City. One that won't fall down so easily! Ha ha ha! Don't ya just hate faulty construction on cities? Oh... how's that pitiful little rebuild going? Going to be down by the next vorn?

 

Scrapper pulls out the radio and adjusts some of the dials.

 

Your message is transmitted to Omega Supreme. It reads: "Hey, Omega. As Long Haul says, we're building a BETTER Crystal City. One that won't fall down so easily! Ha ha ha! Don't ya just hate faulty construction on cities? Oh... how's that pitiful little rebuild going? Going to be down by the next vorn?"

 

Like a comedic sidekick, Long Haul oooos, as if those choice words had to sting. Making a dismal effort at pretending to be nice, he says, "Come on, Scrapper. I was trying to be nice...you know, for our fragile old buddy, Omega. I just wanted to put the past behind us...maybe he'd fess up and apologize for turning on us all of a sudden."

 

Long Haul pulls out the radio and adjusts some of the dials.

 

Scrapper snickers and says. "It's true. I can remember it clearly... there we were, being all nice and everything with our good friend Omega Supreme. Why, we even warned him about a Decepticon attack nearby!" He pauses innocently. "How were WE to know that the attack didn't, you know, actually exist?" He laughs loudly here. "And, you know how it is, Long Haul, Bonecrusher can be clumsy sometimes and -oops!- there went a support tower. A beautiful tower as I recall. Do you remember it, Omega? I sure do. Anyway, down it came. And obviously we went to help ol' Bonecrusher, but Mixmaster must have slipped or something, as he accidently shot one of the crystal domes repeatedly at full power. Amazing, no?"

 

Scrapper pulls out the radio and adjusts some of the dials.

 

That target radio frequency cannot be identified.

 

<OOC> Scrapper says, "Oooh, he turned off his radio :-)"

 

<Cybertron> Scrapper suddenly switches to another frequency and he can be heard in mid-sentence.  Apparently he's talking to someone. "It's true, Long Haul. I can remember it clearly... there we were, being all nice and everything with our good friend Omega Supreme. Why, we even warned him about a Decepticon attack nearby!" He pauses innocently. "How were WE to know that the attack didn't, you know, actually exist?" He laughs loudly here. "And, you know how it is, Long Haul, Bonecrusher can be clumsy sometimes and -oops!- there went a support tower. A beautiful tower as I recall. Do you remember it, Omega? I sure do. Anyway, down it came. And obviously we went to help ol' Bonecrusher, but Mixmaster must have slipped or something, as he accidently shot one of the crystal domes repeatedly at full power. Amazing, no?"

 

<Cybertron> Hook says, "But I thought we were created on earth and never had a past with Omega Supreme? There's too many holes in this damn space time continuum! Unless..."

 

<Cybertron> Scrapper says, "Mmmm. A lesson well learned indeed, Long Haul."

 

<Cybertron> Scrapper chuckles at Hook. "Hmmm. I'm not sure... /were/ we back on Cybertron, or weren't we? Omega... do /you/ remember if we were?"

 

<Cybertron> Hook says, "That damn Mixmaster always spiking our energon, it makes any coherent timeline impossible to follow!"

 

<Cybertron> Scrapper says, "What's wrong, Omega, ol' buddy? Not feeling up to par today?"

 

<Cybertron> Long Haul says, "Scrapper, why won't Omega answer our calls? We try so hard to make ammends, but he refuses to listen. It is just so emotinally draining for me...to try, try, try, but not have him meet us half way."

 

<Cybertron> Scrapper says, "That's a good question, brother. I wonder about that myself. Perhaps he just doesn't share our sense of nobility. Perhaps he just doesn't understand what it means to be a good, kind, caring individual. The only thing we can do, Long Haul, is do our best to make it up to him. I wonder if I have a few of Crystal City's inhabitant's heads still laying around here..."

 

<Cybertron> Long Haul says, "I believe I saw Bonecrusher bouncing one just the other day. And you know, I am sure Bonecrusher would be willing to donate it to our troubled guardian friend...that is just the type of robot our brother is."

 

<Cybertron> Scrapper says, "Bonecrusher truly is a kindred spirit to dear Omega Supreme, isn't he? That he would be willing to donate one of his prized possessions to our old friend. It's touching, is it not? You know, in some ways, all six of us kindred spirits to the Guardian. Even though he does have a nasty habit of abandoning his post..."

 

<Constructicons> Scrapper says, "Not to alarm anyone, but Omega Supreme is no longer at Crystal City."

 

<Constructicon> Hook says, "To the spacebridge!"

 

<Cybertron> Long Haul says, "Yes, tragic that. You know, I still remember words from those guardian creeds ...always about strength and vigilance, weren't they? A shame they fell on deaf audio sensors. Ya, Omega's memory must be as foggy as my own. If only Omega could recover, stand back up with us and speak out about his shortcomings. I think that would do wonders for his growth as a robot. The first step is admitting you were wrong, Omega."

 

<Constructicons> Long Haul mwhahas.

 

<Cybertron> Scrapper says, "Don't worry. I'm sure Omega Supreme wouldn't abandon Crystal City again. Look what happened the /last/ time he tried that. Maybe after a few more million years of standing there like a big useless statue, he'll come to realize that it wasn't his fault he fell for the oldest trick in the book. Then, the healing process can begin."

 

<Cybertron> Long Haul says, "But Scrapper, don't you think falling for the oldest trick...being that dumb...don't you think he should have been able to rationalize his way out of guilt? I mean...come on."

 

<Cybertron> Scrapper says, "After four million years? Uh... yeah. What retard /wouldn't/ be able to work out his guilt for being a sucker? Oooh, wait, sorry about that Omega. Hope that didn't offend you."

 

<Cybertron> Long Haul says, "Geez, that's the last thing we would want to do...offend Omega, our oldest friend. Phew. Close call there, Scrapper."

 

<Cybertron> Scrapper says, "Why thank you, Long Haul. I am quite proud of my tactful nature regarding such delicate subjects."

 

<Cybertron> Sheng says, "You know it is moronic slaggerds such as yourselves that provide a prime example of why the Decepticons continue to loose ground to others.  Omega Supreme is no fool, trying to claim otherwise is the fools way out, which you obviously are.  Keep this farce to yourself, cons.  No one fell for it before and no one is now."

 

<Cybertron> Scrapper pauses, as if distracted by something other than the radio. "Mmmm. He is no fool, is he, Sheng? Wouldn't dare do anything stupid? Mmmm yes wery well Scrapper out.

 

You say, "Constructicons... I think it's high time we paid Omega Supreme a visit... mmm? The sensor net has him approaching Earth as we speak."

 

Long Haul raises a fist triumphantly and prepares for deployement.

 

** TRAVEL SPAM **

 

Nile River

 

    One of the largest rivers on Earth, the Nile is normally serene and murky green this time of year, but the disastrous flood from the damaged Aswan Dam stirred the river to its bottom, turning the waters to a dirty brown from the dredged-up silt and washing away many of the buildings and equipment on its banks. The riverside is littered with wrecked, beached boats of every size from small fishing trawleys to freighters, all victims of the massive flood. Also caught were crocodiles, fish, and birds, their bedraggled bodies mute testimony to the unleashed power of the river.

 

Obvious exits:

North <N> leads to Cairo.

South <S> leads to Aswan Dam.

Fly <Up>

 

Hook soars down into view from the skies above.

Hook has arrived.

 

Long Haul soars down into view from the skies above.

Long Haul has arrived.

 

Omega-Rocket soars down into view from the skies above.

Omega-Rocket has arrived.

Omega-Rocket roars into the area.

 

Omega-Rocket flies in from overhead, and lands. It has been a long long time since he was on Earth, but the Decepticons had strongholds in Africa. This should be a good a spot as any to start looking.

In a flurry of flying parts, Omega Supreme changes into his mighty Guardian robot form.

 

Scrapper soars into the area. But, of course, he is not alone. Five of his brothers are with him. But wait, there's even more! Scrapper isn't such a fool as to think his boys can do the job by themselves. That's why there's approximately thirty gumby class Seeker-Hunters with him, of all varieties. Pyramid-Jets, F-15s, F-18s, even the odd MiG thrown in. Scrapper grins, flying a la Superman with both arms stretched out in front of him. Given his great distaste for flying, he must be in a very good mood. And why not? He's working on the project of a lifetime, he's bashing Autobots left right and centre (although that's only a fringe benefit), and now poor Omega's decided to abandon Crystal City once again. Lovely. Scrapper turns towards his brothers, but decides there's nothing that needs to be said to them. To the Seekers, however, he shouts. "Any Decepticon who severely damages Omega Supreme will be rewarded with more energon than they can consume in a lifetime! Any who flee will be killed!" Ahhh, Decepticon leadership. He and the others are still quite far away from Omegas, shouldn't be spotted yet. Time to set up the ambush.

 

Hook soars in after his brother, if Omega does show up and they don't have the time to merge he hopes Scrapper gets stepped on good.

 

Omega Supreme realizes the terrain is not the greatest as far as not being noticed. There's not a great deal here that's taller than he is, but at least the sandy terrain dampens the sound of his footfalls. He picks a direction....south sounds good....and begins walking, attempting to locate any sign of Decepticon activity, or preferably the Constructicons. Having 50 foot strides does have advantages, as he manages to get a fair bit of distance covered in a short amount of time.

 

While it has been a long time since Long Haul has suffered at the hands of the vengeful guardian, he has failed to see the ramifications of tormenting his old foe. The supply runner's is just thinking about avoiding menial labour for the moment.

Scrapper touches down on the ground and snorts in annoyance. While it has also been a long time for Scrapper since he suffered at the hands of the guardian, some things are just able to cloud one's reason. Completely blinding hatred for one. Heck, the entire New Crystal City project is an attempt to show up poor ol' Omega Supreme. A few Seekers get out the camo gear, designed to hide everyone until Supreme gets too close. "You and you," he points to two Seekers. "Go attack Omega Supreme and lure him here. Then we'll all jump him and destroy him once and for all!" The two Seekers stare at Scrapper and hesitate before lifting off to streak towards the Guardian of Crystal City.

 

<OOC> Omega Supreme says, "Hopefully those two weren't important :)"

<OOC> Scrapper never liked them anyway.

 

Hook stands beside his brother as he barks out orders.

 

Omega Supreme stops as he hears the approaching roar of jet engines. As he looks up and toward the horizon, he takes note of the pair of fighter jets coming in. At first, he's unsure of whether these two are hostile or not. However, he does quickly make that determination when the pair of planes come in on an attack vector and open fire. These aren't the ones that he's after, but once he returns fire, they quickly turn tail and run. They're obviously heading back towards their base. Omega quickly follows in their general direction.

 

Scavenger soars down into view from the skies above.

Scavenger has arrived.

 

The two Seekers clearly attack in a _very_ careful manner, only letting themselves pepper Omega for a split second with their laser machine guns before turning tail and running. If they're forced to fight this monster, then they'll do it when they have the power of a Gestalt and twenty eight of their brothers to help them out. Hey, with that much firepower, even Omega Supreme won't have a chance to stand in their way! The lime green Constructicon activates the camo-gear, and the thirty four warriors suddenly blend into the area and vanish. Why don't they use this device more often? Because they're Decepticons, and using the same invention twice is NEVER an option! Scrapper draws out his laser pistol and snorts, still in hiding within the dunes, just a short ways from the Nile river. He's coming. Scrapper can feel it.

 

Omega Supreme keeps following the two Decepticons. He doesn't fire at them at the moment, as if they get scared, he knows he can't keep up. As they approach the river, the ground gets a little softer, slowing down the guardian.

 

Scavenger moves away from Scrapper, crouched down behind the dune and under the cover of the camo device. He slinks along the sand, moving sideways as the sand rolls down the slope. As Omega Supreme nears he glances back at Scrapper.

 

Scrapper looks back at Scavenger and gives him a nod that's meant to be reassuring, but probably comes out to be more like 'shut up and pay attention'. Ah well, Scrapper isn't known for his great leadership. Shut up, Hook. The lime green Constructicon looks out of the little camo-trench and can see Omega Supreme approaching. He looks back at the squadron of Seekers and nods, giving them the 'get ready' signal. This is going to be beautiful.

You paged Scavenger with '

 

Hook stands there arms crossed, waiting to see how long it takes for Omega to destroy this next wave of seekers.