Lost City

 

     The island interior consists of still more dark basalt, but in strange, almost alien structures. Huge, multi-ton hexagonal columns also made of basalt are piled in criss-cross patterns to form rough, 15-meter walls. Inside the outer wall, the ground is flat, serving as the foundation for massive tombs, temples, and palaces, all with strangely-upturned corners that resemble ships more than buildings. Most of these have collapsed, not from the constant rumbling and frequent eruptions from the nearby Mount R'Lyeh, but from sheer age. Atop the tallest standing building is a huge gray monolith, pitted from the erosion of uncounted ages. From the crushed shells underfoot and the powdery remnants of long-decayed seaweed, it can be theorized that this city was once underwater.

 

Contents:

Dumptruck <Long Haul>

Shockwave

Vulcan

Trypticon <T>

The Powerbase

Sensor4

Obvious exits:

 North <N> leads to Mount R'Lyeh.

 Cliff <C> leads to Rocky Beach.

Fly <Up> 

 

Vulcan is out over the new foundation for the city, although currently his attention is on the volcano above them, hovering quietly as he looks at it..

 

Revenant is perched on top one of the walls of Trypticon he does not move an inch giving the appearance that he is part of the structure. But any Decepticon spying him will instantly know that he is in fact one of the Empire's most deadly Hunters.

 

Scrapper strides out of Trypticon, ready for a brand new day of incredibly enjoyable work. The lime green Constructicon transforms into his payloader mode and begins driving out towards where he last left off with the smoothing efforts. His powerful shovel pushes the dirt away and grinds it underneath his thick and sturdy wheels. "Vulcan! I need your help for more laying down of the metal sheets!" Scrapper looks around to see if there's any others he can recruit into this job. Ah, a Sweep. Hurm. "Hey... you, Sweep!" Scrapper simply can't tell them apart (aside from knowing that Scourge is Scourge), "If you're bored then we could use some help here."

 

Scrapper folds into himself, shifting into a lime green payloader. Oh, and he can fly in this mode via a giant purple wing that attaches to his form when needed. Cough. What?

Vulcan turns, wings flapping slightly "Of course, my good Scrapper." he states, landing on the still-quite-warm metal without a flinch." But may I digress to ask a question?"

 

Revenant breaks from his eerie reverie and turns his burning gaze onto the limegreen payloader below, "I am not bored Scrapper, i merely await the call of the Hunt. I require a new prey." He intones darkly, you may notice that he doesn't really point out what form the prey may take.

 

Payloader <Scrapper> runs straight through a tree that's probably been around for far, /far/ longer than Transformers have even been awake here on this planet. With a screeching ~crack~ it falls pray to Decepticon industrialism. Although not a psycho like Bonecrusher for this sort of thing, Scrapper can certainly see the joys of running things over. "Yeah, sure Vulcan. But make it quick! We have a lot of work to do." As Revenant glares at him, Scrapper looks back with his sensors as he turns around for another pass around Trypticon. "I don't suppose pray can include helping to lay down metal sheets?" Rare that Scrapper shows any sense of humour.

 

Vulcan nods and asks "What, pray tell, will we be doing with the Volcano? I suspect its a good source of near-constant energy, no?"

 

Revenant continues to hold his gaze on the payloader, "Since when is metal sheeting prey, my ties to you expired when Trypticon's repairs were completed. This venture of yours is a folly as soon as the prey is all gone we will suck this place dry and leave it a dead husk."

 

Payloader <Scrapper> comes to a halt and transforms, as he can't really talk to Vulcan if he's still driving and pushing dirt around. The lime green Constructicon hesitates and eyes the huge mountain known as R'Lyeh. It's a double-edged sword. Great for power, but an annoyance to this Cyberforming project. "Yeah... the volcano... that is going to be quite the problem. I plan to Cyberform it up as much as we can and leave the rest. Within the Transformation super-structure there'll be allowances to allow this blasted planet to shifts its tectonic plates. This isn't a problem on Cybertron, I can tell you!" To Revenant he replies coldly, "Yeah, well, then I'll build another fortress on the /next/ place we decide to invade. Then once we conquer the entire Galaxy we'll have 'em scattered all over. But if it's prey you need, I have a few suggestions."

 

The lime green payloader folds up into the Constructicon known as Scrapper.

 

MiG-29 <Fulcrum> emerges from the city that is Trypticon.

MiG-29 <Fulcrum> has arrived.

 

Vulcan nods at Scrapper as he remains on the hot metal "Very well. Do we have fresh metal for recycling?" he glances to where yesterday's pile was. If so, he walks on over to start up the smelting machine.

 

Revenant tilts his head slightly inquisitive as to what Scrapper could be talking about, he dismisses saying anything further on the cyberforming efforts he's already made his point, "New prey? Someone giving you difficulties Scrapper?" It's not said in a tone that is meant to annoy but then with Revenant's dead voice it's hard to tell either way.

 

MiG-29 <Fulcrum> trudges from Trypticon, datapad in hand. Pausing, he stares blandly at those gathered here, running through a rough mental checklist of their abilities. Scrapper: MSE head. Say no more. Vulcan: Unknown, but appears to be fairly dexterous. Revenant: A waste of metal, Energon, and effort.

 

The MiG-29 twists around and folds in on itself with a grinding sound, transforming into the robotic form of Fulcrum.

 

Scrapper smiles at Revenant. Although you can't tell since, y'know, he has his faceplate. "Well, the bounty's still out for Chikome-Ollin. Scourge cashed in for the first bounty. You Sweeps could be the ones to suceed at both of them. Bloodwulf mentioned something about wanting to kill Ollin as well. Heck, you Sweeps should do this and PROVE you're the Elite hunters." Scrapper cares not for hunting, thus cares not for stroking the egos of the Sweeps. Now if the Sweeps were 'the Elite builders' or something, then we'd have a problem. To Vulcan he replies, "We have what's left of the aircraft carrier. I know, I know. It isn't much, but it'll have to do. Plus we have the recycled debris from the lost city."

 

Vulcan nods as he starts the smelting machine up "Tomorrow, I will go and see what I can scavenge in the ways of more metal to use." he states promisingly, glancing over, to nod at

Fulcrum as the machine starts to heat up, the air wavering all around the AoD.

 

Revenant doesn't show even the slightest flicker of emotion on his face, "Yes i know Scourge collected the reward, i was with him. As for the reward on that pathetic fleshling he is beneath our notice, they do not even class as prey."

 

Fulcrum returns the nod at Vulcan, wandering over to inspect the.. whatever it is with interest. Ah, right, a smelter. Not as good as the mini-fusion smeltmeister 3000, but still not a bad model.

 

Scrapper nods to Vulcan. "Good. I'm going to have to round up the other Constructicons and go get a *whole lot* of metal sometime soon. I won't allow this project to delay just due to the military's inability to get me the resources I need!" Turning to Revenant he smirks. "Well, that pathetic fleshling is the one that keeps beating the crap out of all the other Decepticons." 'Other' Decepticons being non-Unicronian/Constructicon. "But if you don't want that job, then bring me a piece of Sheng. Everyone loves hurting Sheng! It'd be fun!" The Constructicon eyes the weaponsmith Fulcrum and then barks, "Fulcrum! Have you assembled your team for the construction of the command centre yet?!"

 

Fulcrum almost jumps. Damn, put on the spot again. "Not yet Commander. I will make a general broadcast about it."

 

Revenant shakes his head once as Scrapper mentions Scourge's favourite preything, "I cannot believe that! On my last Hunt i took down two humans i think their names were Briar and Momesa or something like that. As for Sheng i will not Hunt her at this time."

 

Vulcan nods at Scrapper, loading up the machine for another round, oblivious to the heat that turned his armor black and wings blacker.

 

Scrapper looks at Revenant in the optics and decides that a little bit of Earth Orientation is required for people who have just shuttled on down here. "See, Fleshlings vary greatly, but most of them can be fit into one of the two following categories: Chikome-Ollin, and Not Chikome-Ollin. The first category has, in it, Chikome-Ollin. He is an insane psycho who keeps repeatedly beating the crap out of us singlehandedly. The second category has, in it, no Ollin. This category has all the suck-Fleshlings, who, yes, suck."

 

There is a flicker of a tight lipped smile for the briefest nanosecond and then it is gone, "So it is you that has trouble with this fleshling, surely with the rest of your team you can deal with such a small problem?"

 

Scrapper grunts and nods to Revenant, "We /did/. Devastator CRUSHED the fool and he RAN away from us. Were we not also engaged by four other Autobot warriors we would have finished him off." Scrapper's boasting, but remarkably it's actually true. "*I* haven't had any problems with Ollin... except for that /one/ time when he tore my face off... but that was only once!"

 

Revenant raises an optic ridge at that revelation, "He tore your face off? That was a little careless of you, i assume he did this after you were badly damaged by an Autobot."

 

Vulcan listens to the two bicker as he directs the huge machine over to the field of metal, carefully putting down a second layer.

 

Fulcrum has never been brave.. or foolish enough to go toe to toe with Ollin. Briar on the other hand. Fulcrum frowns, turning to watch Vulcan work.

 

Vulcan seems oblivious to the heat, which was high enough to melt normal cybertronian metal. Surprisingly his titanium based frame is ignorant of the rippling heatwaves that surrounded him, making his form appear to dance and jump erratically, wings charcoal black, armoar dark red-wine red instead of its normal sharpie-red.

 

Scrapper looks around for a moment and then replies firmly, "I was pre-occupied with saving Trypticon's life at the time." C'mon, you can't beat a better reason than /that/. And Fulc, Scrapper wasn't brave. He was just wacked from behind and beaten severely for daring to exist in the same Universe as Ollin. Ah well, revenge was sweet.

 

Revenant nods once, "Ah i see he snuck up on you and attacked, perhaps what you need is more combat training you spend a little too much time building things."

 

Scrapper smirks and shakes his head, "Hey, if it weren't for us _building_ things we wouldn't have a place to train at all! At least not without killing each other." Not that Scrapper would mind seeing a few certain fellow Cons die off in training accidents.

Fulcrum flicks a glance up at the Sweep perching on the walls like a gigantic piece of crap. Note to self: Electrify walls.

 

Revenant finally decides to move from his pearch and he gracefully drifts down to land just in front of Scrapper folding his wings neatly behind him he continues, "You miss understand me Scrapper you build what Galvatron commands you to. I am also sure that you are good at it since Galvatron entrusts you with the task. What you need is to learn how to fight better, perhaps you should spend time training with the Seekers."

 

Vulcan continues laying down foundation, lalalalala. His wings beat on ocassion, sending winds of superheated air towards the others and the forest, that of course wilts and burns from the heat. But he doesn' notice.

 

Scrapper grins at Revenant, "Hey, I do my fighting as Devastator and it works out mighty fine! Remember, it's been the CONSTRUCTICONS that have raised this reign of terror over this planet, not the Sweeps!" Scrapper sighs as his internal alarm informs him that he has a meeting to keep with various other gumby technicians. "Fulcrum, Vulcan, keep up the work." He gives one last eye to Revenant and steps towards the gates of Trypticon.

 

Fulcrum merely nods, his attention on the metal smelter that Vulcan is using. Hmmm. "How much can that technolgy be minaturised?" he mutters to himself.

 

Vulcan lifts a hand in acknowledgement of the orders from Scrapper

 

Revenant allows Scrapper to leave but gives one last parting comment, "Perhaps, but i wasn't talking about Devastator. Perhaps *you* should think about taking some of that training."

 

Scrapper shrugs his shoulders as he enters Trypticon. Scrapper isn't a fighter. Dev's the fighter. No reason /both/ of them have to be good at it, as he sees it.