NCC Medical Ward

 

     The Crystal City repair bay is far larger than previous versions in Imperial Headquarters or Trypticon himself. Clearly it was designed by a medic, for a medic. The entire room is rectangular in nature with medical beds arranged in a neat grid pattern. The beds themselves vary, with some being precious little more than metal slabs, and others having full scanners and tools attached, as well as everything in between. In total, there are about twenty beds. There is room for more in an emergency situation. The cabinets line the walls, spaced out between medical terminals. Everything has a place, and organization is key. There are windows with thick transparent metal, allowing one to gaze out and see the wounded as they approach the hospital.

 

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MSE CO OFFICE (Earth)

Scrapper's Art <SA> - Fourteen Pieces

Gumby Medic <NCC>

Arachnae strides out of her office, datapad in one hand, a flask burbling a venomous lavender in the other.

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Scrapper.  Your proposal?"

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper replies modestly, "I wish I could take credit for this idea, Lord Galvatron, but it's my brother who came up with it."

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "That's right!"

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Well, obviously we're not going to announce it on channel."

 

<Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "...uh.. of course. Never entered my head. Nope."

 

Mixmaster is in the ward making drugs.. I mean, sitting down reading a datascreen. Several windows are up, and Mixy is currently studying a small screen showing details of Sol. He snaps to attention as his broadband frequencies pick up Galv and Scrapper. He banters into his radio.

 

<Decepticon> Scrapper says, "To Trypticon's meeting hall, my lord?"

 

Arachnae pauses, head tilting as she, too, listens to the broadband communique. A brow lifts in thought as her gaze tracks to Mixmaster. "Proposal?" she inquires.

 

Mixmaster smirks, as he looks up from his screen. "Unicron inspired me." He says with a goofy looking grin. "If you want to know, it sounds as if Scrapper and I are telling Galvatron now. Best not to keep him waiting, but you can come, too." WIth that, he picks up his things, carrying them carelessly under his arm as he makes his way for the meeting hall.

 

Arachnae gives a shrug and nods, wings folding behind her, "Since I'm invited." her optics glimmer, "Isuppose I should." Padding after Mixmaster, she smiles faintly to herself.

 

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "I am there"

 

*TRAVEL SPAM TO TRYPTICON'S MEETING HALL*

 

Meeting Hall

 

     A large rectangular table sits squarely in the middle of the room, a Decepticon symbol engraved in purple in the center. Chairs large enough to fit your average Decepticons surround the table, including a huge throne at its head. The walls are bare except for Decepticon banners hanging down from the top to the bottom. Arranged on some of the walls are various pictures of Cybertron and the great battles of the Decepticons.

 

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Mixmaster enters the Meeting Hall, several datapads with various windows and information on them stuffed carelessly under his arm as he carries it from the Medical Ward to the Meeting Hall. He's obviously excited, which isn't helped by the fact that he's just a touch nervous. Oh, and there are a couple of splotches of fresh paint on his hull after the Mars battle the other day.

 

Arachnae trails after Mixmaster, datapad held absently in one hand.. and an evidently forgotten flask of something burlbing a vile lavender in the other. She's all over curious.

 

Scrapper strides into the meeting hall, carrying a datapad that has a bunch of information on Mars. Nothing that can't be found on the internet, but hey. The Constructicon offers an 'I respect you' nod to Arachnae, and a 'be on your best behaviour or else!' nod to Mixmaster. Scrapper, as it has been known, is good at nodding. He then offers a salute to Lord Galvatron, assuming the big cannon is here like he said he was.

 

Galvatron sits at his throne, arms crossed as he watches everyone enter, "That's all of you then. Excellent. Well then, I understand you have an idea. Good, I want to hear it. I also want to hear how we are proceeding on the development of the things Razorclaw spoke of for the nanites. They have drug on long enough."

 

"Um," Mixmaster begins, showing how much thought and preparation he put into this, "Well, you see.. I was thinking about.. Uh.. Unicron." Mixy sprawls his various datascreens onto the table, sifting through them for the one with a picture of unicron in planet form. "And I thought to my self, "Self? Why don't we Constructicons, loyal servants of Galvatron that we are.. work on our very own planet that can fly about and destroy planets to create energy?"

 

Arachnae blinks.. She came here only because mIxmaster invited her. Not that she isn't curious as to what the two Constructicons are up too.. A flick of her thumb as she pulls up files in order to be able to sound like she's paying attention.. And she absently drinks from her flask.. and proceeds to silently choke as Mixmaster presents his proposal.

 

Scrapper shudders, having been witness to many of these conversations between Mixmaster and 'Self', his imaginary friend. The Constructicon takes a seat on one side of the rectangle table and clasps his hands together respectfully. "Uh, what Mixmaster means is that we can utilize the gravitational pull of a nearby planet to gain energon by moving it into Earth's orbit. About the nanites... well..." He looks at Nae, praying she has something to say.

 

"Actually.." Mixmaster interrupts. "If we did this NEAR the Savanna, that would take care of them right there, wouldn't they?"

 

Galvatron smirks, "Do you realize the resources and energy it will take to build that? I take it that you also have a plan for how to aquire that. But of course you do. As for Unicron's head, my workers are almost done making him "Daddy weaponplatform." he looks to Mixmaster, "Speak on.

 

Scrapper again looks at Nae, as he doesn't know enough about the nanites to know how gravity would affect them.

 

"Or flood them onto another continent..." murmurs Arachnae as she settles into a seat, eying the flask, then taking another sip thoughtfully. "This is decidedly vile.." the flask is set aside, her datapad coming up to settle in front of her like any good secretary would shuffle a 'stack' of papers before a meeting. She peers at Mixmaster, letting him speak on about his proposoal while she collects her own thoughts and data.

 

Scrapper nods at Arachnae, "Yes, I agree completely. This plan is vile and cruel, which is one reason I'm somewhat fond of it." He's assuming Nae was talking about the plot. "We'd have to take over Mars, of course. Not that there's anyone there to stop us or anything, but we would have to hold it while the engines are moving the planet out of its normal orbit. And it will require very precise calculations." Scrapper knows he's not up to such a task.

 

Galvatron waves his hand, "Yes, all of which, while you two may have cooked up the idea, you are not capable of. Arachnae is the scientist. Let's ask her if any of this is possible."

 

Mixmaster isn't so sure about the whole Cybertron on earth thing.. but then again, he's not so certain where he came from! Did he build Megatron? Did Megatron build him millions of years later? When was it that he was good, and Megatron turned him evil? Bah.. He continues, as he puts down his datascreen. "I'm looking into minable resources from Mars to assist, Galvatron. I'm treating this as an investment. It will cost a lot of energon to fuel the trip, but then the natural energy that will be created by the introduction of it on earth would make it MUCH more worthwhile." He sifts through his screens again to show details about the moon's gravitational pull, as well as some hypotheses that have been made over a much larger, much CLOSER satellite being introduced to earth's orbit.

 

Galvatron mumbles something about idiotic schemes of the constructs usually failing as he waits for the scientist to chime in

 

Mixmaster didn't know anything about Arachnae's opinion entering the subject. She was just supposed to watch! He gives his brother a 'we're screwed!' look, as his fingers tense up so much they damage the datascreen's casing.

 

Who the hell else was going to build it? She's the only active scientist.

 

Scrapper doesn't catch Galvatron's mumblings, which is a good thing because he'd be sad to hear it. The Constructicon looks towards Arachnae to hopefully get her blessing on the entire. He glances back at Mixmaster with a 'it's all your fault!' look.

 

Arachnae looks up, blinks, lifts a brow then begins, "Moving a planet's orbit is an energy draining manuver and one that, in my opinion, should not be taken lightly." She tips her head towards Scrapper, "He could effectivly calculate angle and trajectory as well as the physics behind the necessary adjustments for whatever would require building. Prebuilding would also be a requirement as the window of opportunity in the celestial bodies passing, and I do mean passing, for if we were to miscalcuate, we could loose earth entirely. As in planetary dismemberment." She ticks talontips on her datapad, wings shuffling behind her, "As for the nanites, Razorclaw's conceptual idea not withstanding.. " A faint, wry smirk, "we do not wish to make the same mistake as others have made in creating something without restraints properly in place. With assistance from several venues, research as well as a limited amount of eperimentation with what samples we have currently do show that a properly introduced stage of apoptosis in the biological portions of the creatures will incapacitate the mechanical through eroding and corrosive by products. An introductory stage would nessitate a proper path of inception prior to total disfunction. There are several paths by which this could be achieved, one being the introduction of infected sub-specimens to the control population."

 

Galvatron thankfully, is somewhat technically and scientifically inclined. So he speaks scientese. "Excellent. Then the nanites are basically destroyed, once we create that which is neccessary. As for this planet thing, Arachnae, what are the odds of success?

 

Arachnae's wings shuffle, her optics darken. "I would confer with Shockwave on calculating those odds before I even hazarded an estimate, my lord. On that level of factors in play..." She shrugs.

 

Things aren't looking good! Arachnae is poo-pooing the idea before it even gets off the ground, nevermind out of orbit! "Say Scrapper?" Mixmaster asks his brother enticingly. "What were the names of the two moons Mars has?"

 

It may just be his modesty showing, but Scrapper isn't entirely confident in his abilities to make such a complicated series of calculations. "We realize that using Mars as a source of energon in this fashion is risky, Lord Galvatron, and ambitious, but it really does have the potential for considerable gain." He nods to Nae about the nanites. To Mixmaster, he replies swiftly, "Phobos and Deimos, as the fleshlings refer to them."

 

Galvatron shakes his head, "You must confer with all of our scientists first before I will approve it. It must have at least a 40 percent success margin or it will not be done. Is that understood?"

 

"I think you mean.." Mixmaster says, in his best faux-pleasant manner, "Moonbase One and Moonbase Two."

 

Arachnae gives Mixmaster an 'Are you out of your bloody core' sort of look... Before both brows knit together.. and she chews on a talon tip, peering off thoughtfully. "Fear and Panic.. How apropriate."

 

Scrapper peers at Mixmaster, waiting for him to elaborate on this new name declaration for Mars' two moons.

 

<OOC> Mixmaster says, "What's to elaborate? We set up bases, and call them moonbase one and two! :)"

 

Galvatron shakes his head, "Again, speak with the scientists. I will not take foolish risks and waste all that energon just to look like a fool. Most of you make me look like that often enough on your own.

 

Mixmaster looks up to Scrapper as Galvatron speaks about looking like a fool, as if to say, 'yeah, you heard him!' When he finally notices Scrapper peering back at him, he mouths the word "what?"

 

Scrapper frowns behind his faceplate. Galv's clearly not in a good mood when it concerns the Constructicons, and he shifts in his seat uncomfortably. He ignores both Mixmaster's look and his question. "Arachnae," he says, changing the subject, "What can we do to help you with your mission?"

 

Arachnae looks back and forth at the two constructicons. "Ram the moons into Mars." she comments.. "As a test." finishes that thought and moves onwards, wings tipping behind her. "Are you absolutly certain that you want me to answer that, Scrapper?"

 

Galvatron sits back in his chair, "Mixmaster, have I explained to you the terran concept of marriage before?" he chuckles a bit and nods at Arachnae and Scrapper, "There it is."

 

Scrapper nods to Arachnae, "I don't see why not," he tells her. "I'm sure that whatever engineering feats you may need help with, me and the rest of the boys'll be able to take care of it." Just so long as it's not on Sunday, cause that's when football's on, woman!

 

Mixmaster snorts and snickers. "I dunno.. I think Scrapper's married to his Job." He pauses for a moment, reflecting on what he just said. Finally, he adds, "Which would make Arachnae his bit on the side."

 

Arachnae's optics gleam.. and she starts to smile.. "Well.. Then I need you, in your engineering greatness.. to locate, subdue and manufacture a holding system for.. roughly.." she gets one of those, calculating large numbers of unpleasantries, expressions.. "2 cubic tones of jellyfish. Various species will suffice. In fact, cross psecies is prefered. We will be harvesting nematocytes and processing their rather unique toxins."

 

Galvatron shakes his head, "I wouldn't suggest referring to Arachnae as a side item, Mixmaster. She's not exactly a sissy." he rises, "Continue your discussions. Let me know the results."

 

Galvatron says, "I have places to go. And people to kill." Sure. Join the army. See the world. Meet new, interesting people. And kill them."

 

Scrapper stares at Arachnae, "...jellyfish?" he asks, but then shrugs, "Alright. Send Mixmaster and myself the specifications for this tank and we should have it up and running in no time." He nods to Galvatron, "Thank you for hearing our proposal, m'lord." Back to Nae, "How are you going to be using these toxins?"

 

Mixmaster shrugs loosely. "Didn't cannon us." he says to noone in particular. "Good meeting!" He picks up his datascreens stacking them loosely." "What if we just got one Jellyfish and I synthesized the toxins?"

 

Arachnae tilts her head politly, "Of course, my lord." She peers sideways at Mixmaster, flashing a grin before continueing with her conversation about.. jellyfish of all things. "Liquify and spray came to mind originally. However, for a more refined approach, utilizing their toxins as well as methodology of introduction as carrier for additional spoorocytes.." She blinks, "These things are on such a tiny tiny level.. makes my optics hurt to study them.." Anothers ideways look at Mixmaster, "I need the actual creatures for the carrier process."

 

Scrapper nods at the explanation and says, "Alright, that shouldn't be a problem. Mixmaster and I can go out and steal the materials that we need and build the tank." He then looks to the materials expert, "What sort of thing should we be going for, Mixmastre, to build this sort of tank?"

 

<OOC> Galvatron says, "Hey man, I know you're a crazy canuck and all, spelling things litre and centre. But it's still Mixmaster...not Mixmastre."

 

<OOC> Arachnae baps Galvie.

 

<OOC> Galvatron says, "I SO FUNNY!"

 

Mixmaster phases out from the scientific speak Arachnae is giving it.. you can actually see his optics glaze over. "Riiiight." he says. He shakes it off as Scrapper asks for the tank. "Something durable. I'll need to galvanize it.." He looks to Galvatron, "...No pun intended, sir.." Back to scrapper, "..So that it won't rust in the salt water. So I'll add the relevant ingredients to the shopping list for that."

 

Arachnae's scientist babble pretty much stops after anyone stops asking questions. She's disinclined to cause glaze-over.. So many other things to do. "Mixmaster, I'll get you a list of the venoms and toxins if you're so inclined to toy with them. Having some in hand for preliminary manuvers would be appreciated."

 

Scrapper nods to Mixmaster and taps this all into his datapad for when they eventually go steal the materials. "Mixmaster, I've been going over the duty rosters, and Long Haul, Bonecrusher, and Scavenger aren't really needed anymore for maintenance duty elsewhere in the Empire. Perhaps we should ship them back to Earth."

 

"Oh, they came back from Nebulos the same time I did." Mixmaster explains. "Which was kind of Silly. With only you and Hook around, we couldn't make Devastator."

 

Arachnae looks back and forth, "If you two don't need me anymore, I have a prisoner's health to examine."

 

Scrapper says, "But with everyone around here, the rest of the Empire falls apart." The Constructicon stands up and nods to Arachnae, "Alright. Get me an arm from the slaggin' turborunt, will ya?" he requests.

 

"Oh yeah.." Mixmaster adds. "I saw Scourge just as I got off the transport from Monacus." He retrieves a little something from subspace - Springer's Light Sabre. "He said this was meant to go into your collection."

 

Scrapper gasps as he accepts the lightsaber. He turns it on and handles it for a short bit, waving it around and such. "Not as clumsy or random as a blaster," he notes, "This looks like a more civilized weapon, from a more civilized age. I must remember to thank Scourge next time I see him. And I thank you for not shamelessly stealing it!" He gives his brother a hug. Awwww.

 

Arachnae slides to her feet, wings half fanning behind her.. She peers over at the sabere exchange then the hug. A brow lifts.. "Hmmm.." A shake of her head as she heads outwards, "it is a weapon of elegance and grace, Scrapper. Perhaps you should learn to use one."

 

Mixmaster could have stolen it! Damn it! "Oh.. uh.. you're welcome." he says, as he motionlessly lets his brother hug him. 'Slag it,' He thinks. 'Why didn't I steal that light sabre?'