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:

Scrapper

Mixmaster

Reflector

Blackmail

Trypticon <T>

Decepticon Sensor #1792

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>

 

The trio smirk as the constructicon falls for the ruse, and look on while Scrapper reads over the stuff. The techs did their job, of course, somewhat sloppily, but fine. The trio just want to ensure everything is on the up-and-up, since, you know . . . they aren't that good at building stuff.

 

Blackmail glowers at the two constructicons "Huh." She has no retort this early after being reactivated...

 

Mixmaster continues to work, /someone/ is doing his job here. For a change, it's Mixmaster. He's usually oranizing a kegger or something. Eh.

 

Mixmaster decides to pick his toys up and continue his work in the medical ward. Aerosol can help since Scrapper is busy being a retard. Stupid Scrapper.

 

Mixmaster has disconnected.

 

Scrapper finally tosses the datapad back to whichever one of Reflector's bodies happens to be closest. "Looks fine to me, Reflector." He says, ignoring the fact that it's not 100% perfect. Scrapper doesn't have time to go over it and make sure that every little detail is perfect. That's the sort of moronic thing that Hook would do.

 

The trio nod, Spectro taking the datapad back, "Well, thank you then . . ." says Spectro, "if it's just 'fine', we suppose we'll ask Hook to have another look at it." continues Viewfinder, "He'd, after all, ensure it was more than just 'fine'."

 

Scrapper glares at Reflector and takes a step forward, sneering at him, "I'm getting sick and tired of this little 'every time you want us to do something, you invoke the almighty Hook's name', Reflector." He says, drawing up close to Spectro, trying to use his (relatively) impressive size to tower over the littlier Decepticon. "Now. Is there anything else you need /help/ with, Reflector?" he asks.

 

Hook walks into the Central Hub from the Medical Ward carring what looks like a model battleship building kit from Hell. He seems pleased with something, or maybe he's happy because he has a big new toy to play with. Seeing (and hearing) Scrapper, he looks at his younger brother. "Greetings, Scrapper. Good cycle, Reflector."

 

Blackmail has reconnected.

 

Blackmail would obviously come to her boss's aid... if she was a whiney Autobot, but she's not, so she just watches Scrapper tower over Spectro and snickers quietly to herself. repost

 

Spectro looks up to Scrapper innocently, "We don't know what you mean, Scrapper . . ." Spyglass nods, "It's not like I'm doing anything strange . . . perhaps we are mistaken about Hook's thouroughness and you wish to correct us?" Viewfinder looks to Hook, "oh, hello there Hook. Just the constructicon we wanted to see . . . it seems Scrapper thinks that your reputation for thoroughness is ill-deserved."

 

Hook glares at Scrapper. "You what?"

 

Scrapper snorts at Reflector's oh so innocent reply, knowing full well that this amount of insubordination can only get one reply. Without a further warning aside from said snort, Scrapper recoils his fist and attempts to plant it in Spectro's face. Hit or miss, Scrapper retorts back to Hook, "This little wiener times three's tryin' to drive a wedge between the Constructicons, Hook."

 

The trio ahem as Scrapper readies his fist, "We can still transfer Airwolf back to the DCI. She is only in the MSE on a trial basis." sing-songs Viewfinder.

 

Blackmail has reconnected.

 

Hook is surprized to see Scrapper swing his fist at the triumverate Decepticon. It's normal for Scrapper to rumble with Hook and his brothers, but this was bordering on infighting. And Galvatron doesn't like infighting. Just look at what happened to Bonecrusher and Headstrong a while ago. "Scrapper, what in the name of everything unholy do you think you are doing?" He asks, quirking a browridge. He steps forward and tries to grap onto his sibling's arm.

Hook succeeds in grasping Scrapper, throwing him off-balance.

 

Blackmail has partially disconnected.

 

Spectro's speech about Airwolf is rudely interrupted by Scrapper's fist of fury, shutting the little guy up temporarily. Viewfinder and Spyglass reach down to their fallen comrade, helping him up. Besides his pride, very little is damaged, but the trio look up to Scrapper dispassionatelly, "Seems Airwolf is going to be given a choice to leave the MSE after all."

 

Scrapper isn't going to be threatened by having Airwolf returned to DCI. Afterall, he still needs to prove to her that he's willing to stand up for MSE, and this would not be the way to do it. Heck, Scrapper outranks Flec, so he could probably transfer Airwolf wherever he darn well wanted to be transfered to. Or, at least, use this against Flec as a reason for Wolf to /want/ to be transfered. Scrapper's arm is grabbed by Hook, but given Spectro's on the ground, his point has been made. "Go ahead and try it, you little turbo-runt." He says, daring Flec.

 

Blackmail has partially disconnected.

 

Blackmail chuckles from the corner, leaning agains the wall "Hrmm, I almost feel jealous you're fighting over a femme that isn't me." She quips nastily...

 

The trio dust themselves off, eyeing Scrapper, "My, my Scrapper . . ." teases Spyglass, "Seems that you've been taking lessons in behaviour from Motormaster." continues Viewfinder, "Well . . ." says Spectro, "I certainly won't fight you . . . unlike /some/ robots here, I wont' disobey Galvatron and raise my hand against another Decepticon outside the training arena." The trio nod, "Perhaps we'll not report this to him . . . and perhaps you need to find another venue for your agression, given the current lack of war."

 

Hook glares venomously at Scrapper. "What do you have sticking up your aftsection?" he growls quietly, not releasing his brother's arm. He glances over at the triple-part camera, and nods. "He is correst, Scrapper. Perhaps you need a sparring session in the Holo Arena." Hook's tone suggests that he wouldn't mind having an opportuinity to beat Scrapper into the ground.

 

Scrapper looks back at Blackmail and says evenly, "Nah, /that/ was for backtalking." He says, trying to free his arm from Hook's grasp. The Constructicon peers at Reflector and rolls his optics, "Perhaps you have a decision to make, Reflector." He says, once more stepping up to the nearest camera-bot. "You can continue to mock and tease me, OR... you can realize something: Galvatron's going to drop his mandate that nobody should fight outside of a training room sooner or later, and when that time comes, you might wish you hadn't gone out of your way to make enemies." He looks up at Hook just to let the fellow Constructicon know he's purposefully ignoring him, and then turns away, stepping off unless anyone else has any further comments.

 

The trio look between each other, seeming genuinly confused, then stare back at Scrapper, "Scrapper, we honestly don't know what you're talking about." Viewfinder shrugs, "I mean, if you didn't want to check over the shuttle schematics, you could've just said so. We'd have gone and asked someone else." Spectro shakes his head, and the trio start walking back to the shuttle bay, "Something definately got him jumpy."

 

Blackmail shrugs, she heads to her meditation spot, it wasn't cybertron but it was peaceful enough "Anyway, I'll let you boys get on with it, I know my luck by now, if I'm anywhere near trouble Galvatron will take it out on me, I've already had more then my fair share of punishments..."

 

Rampage arrives from the NCC Arena to the east.

Rampage has arrived.

 

Scrapper isn't fooled by Relfector's innocent ploy, of course. The Constructicon stomps off, suddenly eager for when the no-infighting rule is dropped. Course, then Motormaster'll come beat the tar out of them. I guess you just can't win if you're a Decepticon.

 

Reflector has disconnected.

Rampage moves through the hub, leaving a wide berth between himself and the present Cons as he heads to the medical ward.

Rampage moves northwest to the NCC Medical Ward.

Rampage has left.

 

Hook glares at Scrapper, silently worried. What was making Scrapper so jumpy? "Scrapper, wait." he calls, striding to catch up with his brother. His voice, although steady, is full of concern. "Scrapper..." Hook places his hand firmly on his brother's shoulder. "What's wrong? Something is bothering you." Hook looks straight at his brother, his worry appearant. "I'm your brother. If something is wrong, tell me."

 

Blackmail heads to the south with a graon

Blackmail moves south to the NCC Coastline.

Blackmail has left.

 

Scrapper looks over at Hook and snorts, "What's /wrong/? What's /wrong/ is that we have little pissant Decepticons who think they can just say whatever the slag they want to other Decepticons and even going so far as to try and play one combiner member against each other without fear of being smacked upside the head as they rightfully should be." He peers where Flec headed off and remarks, "Next chance I get, Hook... Reflector's going to learn some manners."

 

Hook looks at Scrapper uneasily. "What did he...they, say to you?" he asks softly. "What did they say about us?" Whoa, Hook is actually not only nice, he's sensitive.

 

Scrapper replies quickly, "He asked me to look over the modifications to the shuttle, I do so. So then he, in a blantant attempt to lure more work out of me - as if I'm not busy enough - he threatens to go to /you/ for advice, and THEN he tells /you/ that I've been talking bad about you so you'll help /him/, and THEN he threatens to take Airwolf from MSE to DCI." Course, most of the time, Scrapper IS talking bad about Hook behind his back, but in this case he wasn't. Go figure.

 

Hook gives his brother a small smile. "Hey, don't worry. I already know you talk behind my back, and I really don't care." He reaches out and affectionatly claps his brother on the back. "If he doesn't trust your judgement, he can stick his three heads up an exhust port. So if he does something like this again, tell me, and we will deal with him together."

 

Awwww, this is about as brotherly as Constructicons are able to get, so Scrapper nods, accepting the clap on the back. "Will do, Hook. If he starts causing ANY of us trouble, then we'll deal with him. If /he/ has three bodies, then WE should get three bodies. It's only fair, right?" Scrapper asks.

 

Hook laughs. "Indeed, indeed." His faceplate slowly sombers up. "I really don't care if Galvatron punishes us, Scrapper. You are my brother, and I will stand with you until whatever end." He looks Scrapper optic-to-optic, his optics, for the moment, tender and kind. "Always."

 

Scrapper awwwws and sniffles. "Well... I'll ask Galvatron if we - or one of us, anyhow - can challenge Reflector. Maybe he'll give us permission." Scrapper shrugs. "Anyhow, I need to go work on the recalibration of the spacebridge. See ya around, Hook." Scrapper says with a smile as he heads off towards Trypticon.

 

Hook nods to his brother as Scrapper leaves. "I will always be your brother, Scrapper..." He gathers his things, and heads back to the Medical Ward. "Do not forget that, little brother. You can always count on me."