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:

Mixmaster

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> 

 

Scrapper is walking along one of the higher skyroads, sipping some mysteriously acquired fine energon wine while reading a datapad, admiring the view of the Constructicon city below. All around him are the spires and skyscrapers that make up this piece of Cybertron on Earth. He's half engrossed in that, and half engrossed in what's on the datapad. And half engrossed in that wine, of course.

 

Mixmaster walks out from Trypticon into the HUb, a green technician casetticon at his side. The technician, whose name is Bead-Blast, has a tray of miniature energon cubes of various shades and colours, and a handwritten sign "Free, try one." Mixmaster is holding a clipboard at his side, but brings it up as the first of the many people inside the hub, a Seeker, approaches. Mixy watches as their first victim, err, specimen, err, fortunate sampler, yeah, that's right.. goes up and picks up one of the cubes.

 

Mixmaster is also wondering where that Energon wine sampler bottle was......

 

Scrapper pauses in his long, slow trek to no-where and stares at the datapad. "And if we increase the forcefield protection, perhaps with an off-site generator... that would solve one problem... and with a closer firing location... perhaps on a satellite or something... though those are pretty vulnerable..." he takes a seat on the road itself, dangling his legs over he side as he sips on his wine.

 

Mixmaster doesn't bother too much with the bottle of wine. After all, it's essentially the same formula as some of the sample cubes. One of the very same cubes that this Seeker is tasting right now.

 

The Seeker downs the cube in a single gulp. "Smooth!" he responds with a smile. After a few moments, the Gumby's optics flicker, one fading while the other burns a much brighter shade of crimson. Another moment passes, and the Seeker is rolling around on the floor, clutching his 'stomach,' shrieking "It burns! It burns!"

 

"Smooth flavour," Mixy flatly reads as he takes notes from the results, "Some internal corrision, may cause spasming."

GAME: Elita One has partially disconnected.

 

Scrapper takes another sip of energon via his off-screen method of drinking things without a mouth. Scrapper nods to himself, feeling the heat and excitement of destructive technology at its best. "And if we go after good ol' Burma, I'm sure we could get some more crystals!" he says, starting to get fired up on this project already. Scrapper stands up. Oh boy, the joy of inventing is so great it almost hurts! Hey... wait... Scrapper pauses, frowns behind his faceplate, and then glances at the energon cube he had been draining. He twitches, drops the energon cube and datapad, and falls off the skyroad, plummeting towards the ground. "Ahhhhh! IT'S EATING MY INSIDES!!!!"

 

Mixmaster adds to his notes, "Despite pain, allows consumer to mimic Scrapper's voice, and throw it." Right. Next!

..Hang on a minute. That wasn't the seeker. That was Scrapper! Mixy drops the clipboard on Bead-Blasts' sample tray, flying up to the source of the >THUD< of lime-green on pavement.

 

Spotting his silly brother, Mixy floats over. He holds open Scrapper's 'mouth' and pours a vial in. "Drink. It'll stop the hurting."<minor repose>

 

Scrapper smashes into the not-so-soft ground next to Mixmaster face first. WHAMMO! Wearily, he lifts an arm. "...ow..." the hand fumbles around until it finally finds the vial that Mixmaster is giving to him. He rolls over so he can drink it. "Ahhhhh..." Scrapper says, feeling much better. Except for the smashing against the ground part. "Uh... welcome back?" he says.

 

Mixmaster pouts. "Whose great idea was it for MSE's Commanding officer to oversee the Nebulos project? We're told to pull out, I come back, and I've lost my job, my energon bonus.. and my DESK! Scrapper, I had some cool things on that desk!" I'm sure Mixy's brother's heart bleeds. At least it's not burning anymore. "Though perhaps you could tell me. I was carrying some energon into the ward before, and three or four Decepticons said that they'd do it, and that I shouldn't be near that stuff anymore. Do you know what that's about?"

 

Scrapper slowly gets back up, rubbing his wounded noggin. There's a cartoon-style dent in the ground in the exact shape of Scrapper. The Constructicon shrugs at Mixmaster. "Smart Decepticons," he mutters to himself, though it could be overheard. "Ahem, I mean, those fools! Tell them that if they don't let you play with your energon, we'll gang up and smoosh them!"

 

Mixmaster shoots his brother a look. After a beat, "Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight." Suddenly, he snaps to, remembering something! "Scrapper-Scrapper-Scrapper! I have an idea for our next big project!"

 

Scrapper squints at Mixmaster, "What-what-what?" he asks, already getting worried about what his brother might say. It's nice to have him back, but by Primus almighty Mixmaster can drive anyone as insane as he is!

 

"Next time we're on Cybertron," Mixmaster says with a smirk, "I'll show you. For now, Scrapper, you'd better find a waste receptacle. That vial stopped the pain, but it's not without it's own side-effects. Next time, don't drink Mixmaster's brew, mm'kay?" And with that, Mixmaster returns to Bead-Blast, leaving Scrapper to lose his ener-lunch.