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:

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 just carefully lowering a studebaker down by a cable to the pile of stuff he's been collecting. He looks unweary, but his face is set in concentratoin as the car thumps down to the ground.

 

Scrapper steps out of Trypticon and eyes The Pile <tm> of scrap metal. It's dwindled pathetically, as the only source of new metals is what little comes from Cybertron, and whatever Vulcan brings in. Geez, he's the only one that seems to do that. If Scrapper wasn't so busy, he'd go out and get stuff as well. Ah, to have all the time in the world to go out hunting for supplies. Alas, this project cannot wait. Well... it /can/, but Scrapper is enjoying it too much to do so!

 

Vulcan dusts his hands off and detatches the cable. "Greetings, sir Scrapper." he states in his often calm voice. His wings fold up tightly on his back, dark grey right now. He looks towards the city and sighs in satisfaction "Its coming nicely, don't you think?"

 

Scrapper glances up and over towards Vulcan, grunting a in a non-committed way. "Hrm... it's... it could be worse..." he allows in annoyance. "But with the tiny amount of scrap that we're hauling in, we'll be at it for years. I plan to have this facility fully operational within four months! Not at this rate, it won't be... This raid tomorrow had better be successful."

 

Vulcan walks over towards Scrapper and nods, flipping his wings back "If I am assigned to it, or if I am off duty then I shall join in of course." he states promisingly. "I want to see this city go up as soon as possible as well. It will truly be a sight to behold.

 

Scrapper shrugs modestly. Although sucking up to the lime green Commander never hurts, Scrapper builds his structures for his own benefit. So /he/ can admire them. If others do as well, then all the better. But really, he's building it for himself. "Regardless, since the other louts are too lazy lounging around, I need *your* help again."

 

Vulcan spreads his arms, taking a step back for a short bow "I am at your command, sir." he replies graceously.. Then he straightens, relaxing into a businnesslike manner "shall we begin then?"

 

Scrapper idly wonders if Vulcan is a) one of those suckups or b) one of those people who just feels the need to obey orders no matter what. Kind of like Soundwave is. Either way, Scrapper doesn't particularly care. "Yes yes, of course." he strides towards the pile and waves dismissively at it. "Not even worth getting the smelting machine out for it." he mutters. "Very well, we're going to plotting out the locations for where the trenches need to be. Marking them off so Scavenger won't have any excuses when he screws up."

 

Vulcan is just helpful. Plus, unless there's combat he just has to do rather boring patrol routes. He walks along with Scrapper and nods "Very well then. Sounds as good a reason as anything." he pauses to think "I presume the survey equipment is in place already?"

 

Scrapper doesn't trust helpful people. Always the first to stab you in the back and steal your lunch money. Mental note: Vulcan is to be first up against the wall when the Constructicon revolution comes. He nods to the helpful Seeker and says. "Yes. This might actually be tricky due to the volcano that rests on this island. While excellent for power, it is... ah, rather dangerous."

 

Vulcan nods "Indeed." he spreads his wings again, stretching them. "I've not done much surveying of land in my time online, but I will follow your instructions, as you are the expert after all."

 

Scrapper smirks. Lord, if Scrapper wasn't a typical Decepticon with rank, he'd be annoyed at the huge sucking sound coming from Vulcan. But he /is/ pretty much the typical Decepticon with rank, and thus he merely nods in agreement. He gestures to a funky hand-held laser device that's designed pretty much for drawing in the dirt. Making lines and marking out territory and such.

 

Vulcan actually was being honest. Scrapper wa the one in charge here. He takes the device and examines it all over to ensure he knew how it works, nodding. "Simple enough."

 

Argh! Stop being loyal and nice! It's hurting my brain!! Scrapper merely grunts and tromps over to where the old ruined city used to be. He spreads his arms out wide and says. "Can you imagine it, Vulcan? What this place is going to look like given half an Earth year?" He points to a place cleared out. "There's going to be a communications relay station right there. A huge, gleaming tower of silver. Much like the original Crystal City was." He strides along, expecting Vulcan to follow and mark up the Earth where required. "The diameters will be twenty thousand astrounits exactly."

 

Vulcan's glittering optics shien as he imagines it. He makes the marks in the dirt easily and quickly, feet light on the ground. " I remember the original Crystal City. " he states softly "This will be even greater, and it will be ours."

 

Scrapper rejoins and just by being himself will put himself in a very good position for being chosen as the successor?

 

The marks scorch the ground deeply so that it can't be simply washed away due to erosion. The Constructicon nods and grins, "Exactly. Plus I suppose it will help considerably in the war effort." Clearly that's a secondary effect of the base as far as he's concerned. He pauses and motions for Vulcan to make a slight detour a short ways. "This is where the tower will connect to the main skyline. Trenches will be required under the skylines for when they sink into the ground for battle stations."

 

Vulcan nods. "another transforming City." he murmers, making the precise cuts, very well done. "None existed when I was last on Cybertron. ITs definitely interesting seeing how they'r built. Will this one be living like Trypticon?"

 

Scrapper shakes his head. "No, Trypticon is..." Scrapper's face scrunches up in annoyance. "Not exactly a success. Although effective, his resources could have been better spent elsewhere." He eyes the huge slumbering city just in case he gets up and steps on him for that remark. Thankfully, Trypticon is dormant. "This city will transform from a functional practical city in terms of communications, residence, and sensors to one of pure defence."

 

Vulcan nods "A good idea. So it will just be an automation. No mind." he tilts his head "From what I hear, that could be a good thing."

 

Scrapper grunts and nods in agreement. "Exactly. It shall be no more of a living thing than Darkmount used to be. Or Imperial Headquarters." Scrapper isn't into that whole 'create life' thing like Soundwave is. He just builds buildings. And doomsday weapons.

 

Vulcan drwas the next line in the dirt, then checks the charge. Already twice the things' run out on him on other occasions. "A good idea. Less problems with arguing that way" he states, sounding amused.

 

Scrapper nods. "Plus it will make negotiating with our /current/ angry City that much easier. When we have a fully functional base on Earth /aside/ from Trypticon, it will be one less bargaining chip he has to use against us. As well, Galvatron has already mentioned that once New Crystal City is finished, he plans to use Trypticon as the weapon he was meant to be. Not as a city." Scrapper frowns. That always results in Trypticon needing huge repairs.

 

Vulcan ahhhhs and nods, drawing another line "Yes... that does make sense. " he makes a mental note to read up more on... well, everything. "So what exactly will be going in these trenches?"

 

Modified F-15 apears over the horizen, returning from patrol and heading for the island/base.

 

 

Scrapper idly responds as he's apparently lost in thought about something else. "These trenches will be covered up by huge doors, creating an underground passageway. When the city transforms into its battle mode, the major installations, including the command centre, medical ward, and prison, will sink into the ground. The underground trenches will be the link to move from one to another without being shot out in the open."

 

Vulcan ahhhs. "So we will be doing a lot of digging. Great." he actually sounds half irritated at that.

 

Scrapper nods. "Scavenger will be doing much of that, once he is finished the work on the Stunticon vessel." He idly thrusts a small copy of the blueprints that has the areas for the trenches marked out. "Here, you can finish this on your own. Get someone to help you." He glances around and spies Ramjet. Wait... he's the white one, right? "Ramjet! Unless you have something better to do," Right. "Get down here and help Vulcan with this."

 

Modified F-15 circles the city, checking the perimeter, then swooping lower to run IFF scans of the figures on the beach...of couse he can tell who they look like but one can never be too carefull when ruling out potential targets.

 

Vulcan takes the blueprints quickly and nods "Yes sir. Hae a good day then." he states, carefully reading the blueprints over. He didn't want to make a mistake.