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>
Mixmaster is leaning up against the wall of the hub. Clarice
is in his hands, and he's playing an experimental tune. The result is a tune
that varies as much as the attention span of the Constructicon. Sometimes it's
sheer ingenius, sometimes it just works, sometimes it's simply a garble of
notes.
Scrapper strides out of Trypticon, still wearing some of the
dents given to him by Defcon and Subterfuge, but more or less, Scrapper is
a-ok. The Constructicon immediately hears the tune and cocks his head, thinking
to himself. "Lets see now... far too erratic to be Hook... not one of the
beginner exercises, so not Scavenger... hmmm... I'm not hearing that violent
crass tune of Bonecrusher... Long Haul usually puts in a better effort... I
guess that means it's," Scrapper turns and marches around the corner of
the building, spotting... "Mixmaster." Scrapper nods, having guessed
right.
Mixmaster eyes his brother as he comes into vision. Whatever
Scrapper is saying his name for, he doesn't really care. Instead, he decides to
issue a challenge to his brother. What /was/ that song he could never play...?
Oh yes. Mixy plays a tune that is perfectly suited to his own frantic nature,
knowing full well that Scrapper always struggles with it. Mixmaster doesn't
take his optics off his brother as he plays...
Scrapper rolls his optics behind his visor, folds his arms
in a disgruntled manner and shakes his head, "You know, the reason I could
never play that song," he says, knowing full well why Mixmaster picked it,
"Is because it takes a certain bit of insanity that most /normal/
Decepticons just don't possess."
Mixmaster lowers Clarice for a moment. "In other words,
Scrapper.." he says with a grin, "/I/ can play a song better than
/you/." After letting that sink in, he raises his trumpet and goes back to
playing.
Scrapper snorts and shifts his weight around. "So
that's how it's going to be, eh?" The Constructicon takes a brief look
around to make sure none of the non-Constructicon/non-builders of this fair
city are watching, and then kneels at a certain spot just a few metres away
from Mixmaster. Scrapper taps the ground, revealing Emergency Trumpet Hatchway
#46. Never will a Constructicon go trumpetless in /their/ city. Opening up the
hatch, he pulls out a standard trumpet and stands back up, playing a slow, methodical
tune. It's not a tough song, but it might be one that somebody with a, oh I
don't know, really short attention span might have difficulties with.
Mixmaster, unlike Scrapper, is NEVER up for a challenge,
even as hopeless a challenge as this. "Oh yeah?!" he says defiantly,
and stops his tune to play alongside Scrapper. And note for note, he plays
exactly like his brother. Okay.. so it's only two notes. Still, the effort for
concentration on the part of Mixmaster is commendable! He eventually starts
getting bored and trying to pick up the tempo, ruining the beautiful slow
melody. He tries several times to slow down and speed up in order to catch up,
but Scrapper has him pegged. He lowers his trumpet again, and doesn't even
bother to try and hide the sour look on his face. "You know what? I don't
wanna play trumpets anymore."
Scrapper stops his blowing as Mixmaster starts his tune.
"Better than I thought," he mutters as Mixmaster gets past the first
note and even remembers to get to the second. But thankfully Mixy's Mixiness
comes back to haunt him, and Scrapper snickers, "Yeah, I bet. I don't want
to play trumpets anymore either." Scrapper carefully (and secretly!)
returns Emergency Trumpet #46 back into its secret compartment and closes it. "Mixmaster,
the more I've been thinking if your Mars idea, the more I like it!"
Mixmaster's left bulky anime-esque foot opens up, revealing
a crushed velvet resting place for Clarice. He puts his precious away, letting
his foot close up. "Of course you do! It's /my/ idea, after all." The
Constructicon then gets back down to business. "Yes, but we're going to be
busy.. we need materials, and I think we're going to have to relocate no small
amount of MSE to Mars. Probably the mobile Spacebridge as well."
Scrapper starts leading Mixmaster towards the Command Centre
to go over the schematics and plans for the project. "Yes, well, I suppose
there's a first time for everything," Scrapper mutters about it being
Mixy's idea. "Galvatron's seen to it that our energon reserves are at
least up to par by now. I'll ask Ratbat for a balance statement of our
reserves. Materials, however, we shall have to gather."
============================ BB Post in Progress
=============================
Group: Decepticon
Title: Request
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- TEXT ONLY -
Ratbat, I am
requesting a balance sheet concerning our energon status after the last several
raids. I need to know exactly what we have to work with.
- Scrapper
==============================================================================
Mixmaster follows his brother into the Command Centre.
"I have plenty of good ideas! You just weren't ready to accept the Genius!
None of you..!"
Mixmaster moves west to the NCC Central Command.
Mixmaster has left.
You move west to the NCC Central Command.
NCC Central Command
Located inside a
huge dome, the Command Center is a study in efficiency and dark intent.
Cunningly hidden lights illuminate the lower levels and central command deck,
while three huge wall-mounted screens cast their flickering glow into the upper
gloom, each displaying a different view of the city. The curving interior walls
are covered in smooth hexagonal metal plates with a dark purple sheen, their
perfection broken only by regularly placed hexagonal basalt columns carved with
strange motifs, the last reminder of the ancient city that once stood here. The
columns loom over the sophisticated computer terminals that line the room's
perimeter and from which every aspect of New Crystal City can be controlled -
sensors, weapons, automated systems, communications and countless other
functions.
Contents:
Mixmaster
Extended Radio <NCC>
Decepticon Object <DO>
Obvious exits:
North <N> leads to NCC Medical Ward.
South <S> leads to NCC Spaceport.
East <E> leads to NCC Central Hub.
Scrapper snorts and follows after him, "I presume,
Mixmaster, when you say 'good' ideas, I presume you mean 'completely worthlses'
ideas, right?" he asks. "Still... I have to admit... this one is...
-decent-," he reluctantly admits. Sccrapper heads over to the computer
terminals.
"Well, /one/ of us had to come up with something
decent.." Mixy mutters under his breath as he leans at the side of the
terminal next to his brother. "So do you really think that Ratbat is going
to give us the time of day? I mean.. he's one of THOSE guys..."
Scrapper taps in his message for Ratbat and points out,
"Ah ha, but don't forget about the Death Star, my dear Mixmaster! That's
going to be the crowning touch of it all. Just think..." Scrapper's voice
takes a far-off tone to it and you can almost imagine yourself in the story he
is about to tell, "There's a tidal wave coming towards the human city of
Los Angeles, and only the Autobots can save the day with their superior
technology! DepthCharge, Rodimus, Magnus, they're all there! Watch as they
pluck human after human from the icy grips of the water. The day is surely
saved!" Scrapper pauses for dramatic effect, "And then a huge beam
comes from space and Rodimus DIES."
Mixmaster is very physical in his imagination of this. Every
extra layer of detail Scrapper offers to this scene of his is met with Mixy
bobbing his head about as he processes the scene. As Scrapper pauses, he almost
looks disappointed and is about to ask "But isn't that a bad thing?"
When Scrapper points out the laser. Mixy's mouth opens wide as he stares
blankly, trying to let it sink in... And finally he 'gets' it. He collapses
onto the ground in a fit of laughter. We're talking about rolling around in
fits, Pounding the ground hard with his fist, laughing. "That.." he
says between attempts to calm himself. "Would be GREAT!! Oh thank you
Rodimus, thank you for saving the day from the evil Decepti-BANG!!!" Mixy
uses his hands to abstractly represent Rodimus and a laser shooting him from
the sky. "Oh wait, You're not Rodimus! YOu're a pile of ash! Where is
Rodimus? I was talking to him a minute before, and he's not here?! HA!"
Scrapper beams as Mixmaster likes his joke, and he laughs
along as Rodimus is replaced with a pile of ash. "I only wish you had been
there when the first Death Star had shot Wheelie. Ahhhh, now THAT was a
victory. Speaking of which... I haven't seen that little rust pile ever
since..." Scrapper can only pray that the little twit is dead forever.
"If we ever conquer Earth, the next step will be to turn the Death Star on
Omega Supreme."
Mixmaster snortsnickers. Scrapper seems to be enjoying his
impersonations, so he thinks up one quickly for Omega Supreme. "Hello, I'm
Omega Supreme." Mixmaster makes his right hand say. "I'm here just
standing on the building site Crystal City, even though there's already been a
Crystal City built. I'm just standing here for no reason, la ta dee, la ta
dum.. Say, that shooting star looks bright.. and it sure is close.." Mixy
mooshes his left hand into his right. "Oh! Oh! Wait, That wasn't a shooting
star, that's a giant "Laser" come to shoot me. And now I'm dead in
the face and I'm nothing but a pile of ash. Oh, if only I was nicer to those
incredibly awesome Constructicons. Oh well."
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!" It's a lame joke, but
anything involving Omega Supreme and his sucktitude is always worth a few
giggles. Were Scrapper human, he'd have to wipe a tear from his eyes due to all
the laughing. "I wonder what Omega Supreme ever /does/ up there... the
city's -empty-. He's guarding a huge pile of -crap-." Scrapper pauses and
adds, remembering when he visted it. "It's pretty crap, I must admit. But
it still doesn't make any sense!"
"I know what you mean!" Mixmaster responds.
"What's the point of it? He's just sitting there.. in Crystal City... you
know, our home city.." Mixmaster turns all sullen for a minute, and
quietly mutters "Oh /Primus/, I wish I could go there."
Scrapper turns serious a moment, "It's a beautiful
place again, Mixmaster. I won't lie. Airwolf did a tremendous job. I've never
seen a city quite like it. Now I don't know that it can match the beauty of the
original, or the power of this city right here, but it's definitely got
something going for it." Scrapper shakes his head, "It isn't fair -
why should HE get the city that, by all rights, should be OURS?"
Scrapper squints at Mixmaster, "Right. Exactly!"
he says even though he hasn't a clue what his brother just tried to communicate
with him. "At any rate, eventually we're going to have to get ourselves
some materials. -A lot- of materials... heavy duty engines for one. Like the
sort that they use on those space freighters."
Everyone knows about smashies! If you smash a city, you're
allowed there first before anyone else. Unless you step on a crack. In which
case you have to clap the number of letters in your name and then touch
yourself on the head with your thumb. Either way, that's got nothing to do with
the matter at hand. "Do we have any in stock, Scrapper? Or are we just
going to have to adapt some earth technology?"
"We should also add the mining equipment to Mars to
help with the fuel matter," Mixy adds quickly, since he didn't think of it
when he typed his previous pose.
Scrapper replies, "Adapt some Earth technology. I used
up most of the spaceship parts on the Despoiler. Speaking of which, Motormaster's
time has run out. We'll take it to Mars to serve as our flagship! It shall be
the Executor of any who dare approach the Death Star." Scrapper leans back
in his chair.
Scrapper also adds, "I used some of the mining
equipment on Arachnae's ASS, by the way, but there's still more.'
"Sounds like a plan, Scrapper." Mixy says.
"Looks like a chance to team green to smoosh up some Bots and get some
equipment, hm?" He now realises he's been on the ground all this time,
since he never posed getting up. Oh well. He brings himself up now. "So
what, you're drilling Arachnae's ASS now?"
Scrapper chuckles, "No no no, I'm not doing that. But I
did have to do some work on her ASS." Scrapper sighs and shakes his head,
"I only hope that it satisfies her." He brightens up, "But yes,
brother. As usual, the work of construction AND *de*struction falls to
us!"
Scrapper looks at where his watch would be if he had a
watch, "Say, don't you have an AA meeting to get to?"
Mixmaster gasps! "My Alchemy in Art class! I forgot I was teaching today!" He promised he was going to show exactly what pretty colours you got when you add some of Mixmaster's special blends onto standard Cybertronian alloys. Mixmaster can't forget that, so he runs away, leaving Scrapper on his own, having never attempted that song. Mixmaster WIN.