November 12th ~Warblade(D), Enfilade (D), Nightfire (D) *-* Warblade's Hanger *-* -- Warblade's quarters are his sanctuary. The place he can feel safe and relax working on reading Cybertronian literature on his Computer-Terminal, or recharging on his personal Recharging-Bed. Even though he doesn't really need all the space this room would be big enough to Accommodate a bunk mate and there are hookups for a second recharge bed and even in the corner sits a diss assembled unit. But for some reason he has not chosen yet to share his space with anyone. Scattered around the room are very few items. What is noticeable the most is the large Weapon-Rack to the left wall on which hang three spare Rifles for use... Beside them on the floor a large Storage-Chest sits that seems to be quite old... Even the dust from many years of non use remain on it and the lock appears to be permanently welded shut. All in all this area is open and relaxing, some extra chairs are stored beside the computer in case company was to drop in. -- Contents: Computer-Terminal Recharge-Bed Storage-Chest Weapons-Rack Enfilade Warblade -Moonlight knocks and doesn't wait before waltzing in, a covered basket dangling from one of her arms. -Warblade glances over to the door as he hears it opening.. he spots a new face... His optics glow in a smile and he says, "Hello there..." he hasnt a clue who it is since he hasnt viewed all the personel files yet. -Enfilade looks over to Moonlight and waves. "Meet our new soldier--Warblade." -Warblade nods slightly waiting for Enfilade to introduce, he offers a hand, "Nice to meet you mam." -Moonlight waves a hand, not the one with the baseket, towards Warblade. She reaches him in a couple of strides. "Don't worry about any of that 'mam' stuff. Just plain Moonlight will do nicely." She pulls the basket off her arm. "Here's a few welcoming goodies for you." She holds the basket out to Warblade and leans towards him with a conspiratorial wink. "There's a bottle of good stuff in here from Monacus, just don't tell Solar about it...he'd probably flay my paint of for witholding something sellable from him." -Enfilade says, "Well, Warblade....you a civilian, or a soldier?" She pauses. "Never mind what no one's told you. Ask /yourself/ that. In your heart, are you a civilian or a soldier?" -Warblade gratefully takes the basket and smiles, "This is very kind of you Moonlight..." he peeks into the basket and oohs.. "I thought Swindle was the bargen hunter of the group ?" then again both where pecking last night like a bunch of voltures over a freshly fallen victim. -Moonlight shakes her head. "I'm just a smuggler. I'll leave the bargaining up to better mechs than myself." She settles herself somewhere comfy. "So, what's your story fella?" -Warblade sets the basket down on the desk and looks to Enfilade, "I was constructed under Decepticon rules and meanings... I would say a Soldier." -Warblade looks to Moonlight and hums not sure how to answer her question, "I was activated last night in the ruins of Militech." he tries to take Filly's advice in starting new and forgetting the past, "At lwast I think it was Commander Enfilade who I have to thank." he glances to her for any answer. -Enfilade beams--you can tell by her squinting optics--and says, "Congratulations, then. You're gonna be in my Combat Division." Enfilade nods, in no hurry to explain to yet another individual why she was really in the Militech basement. -Moonlight makes a musing sound. "Activated, as in for the first time? Or re-activated?" -Warblade nods, "First Time.." -Moonlight grins, tilting her head back so her green optics can be seen glinting from the shadows. "So, you have to learn all the ropes then. Just be careful who you listen to...some people will mislead you just to watch you trip up." -Enfilade's optics slide over to Moonlight as if she's trying to guess who Moonlight is referring to in that last comment. -Warblade has no real big concern about why Filly was there... she just was and thanks to her he is alive again... though he isnt interested why she was looking through the computer... he is more interested in what was in there data banks about him rather then her. He grins to Moonlight and says, "The decepticons rules of conduct and proceasures is the first thing I read up on just in case." -Moonlight takes off her hat and makes a motion as though dusting it off. "All that formal stuff, eh? I think I might have read it once. Don't remember now." Catches Enfilades switch in gaze and gives her a big grin. -Enfilade snuffles into her mask, as if to say "whoever she meant I have no reason to be concerned about it," and turns back to Warblade. "You know, you just might end up teachin' /yerself/ the War Academy training at this rate." -Warblade tilts his head, "I might ?... Do you mean reading up on its teaching files ?" -Enfilade shrugs. "If you want to. I have 'em all in my room. Course, you're gonna have to find some friends if you wanna cover the drill, obstacle courses, an' such."' -Moonlight shakes her head as though to say, 'Not me' and puts her hat back on, angling it just so as though it's position on her bald head was the most important thing in the world. Her grin remains. -Warblade nods, "With your permission id be happy to access and download those files..." he pauses, "As for friends.. that'll take more work im sure." -Moonlight widens her grin a little. "Not so much work as you think." -Enfilade shrugs, "Nah, I'll take ya out to the Wild Surge some night..." -Warblade smirks at moonlight, "Indeed.. some just drop out of the sky..." he chuckles and looks in the basket... "mmm... who wants a swig of enerwine.." he innocently looks at Enfilade... -Moonlight sighs nostalgicly. "Ahhhhh, bars. The greatest creation in the world." She looks at Warblade then Enfilade. "It's good stuff," she says encouragingly. -Warblade kicks open his desk and pulls out some small steel containers.. "this will do.." and he fills some enerwine into each... -Enfilade says, "You're gonna waste ener-wine on an ol' drunk like me?" with a wink...then she looks to Warblade. "I'm kidding, mostly...I don't stand for drinkin' on duty or other stupidity like that...but I've got a likin' for this rot-tank home distilled stuff...." -Moonlight makes a mock huffing sound, but her grin hasn't dissipated so she's either kidding or is having trouble with her facial control. "Hook me up." -Warblade hands a drink to Enfilade then to moonlight... he chuckles and says, "Im sure the commander is a wonderful drunk as well then..." he nickers and takes a swig of the enerwine... the energy from it seeming to do good to his still drained systems, "Ahh.. tha's the stuff." -Enfilade quite deftly pours a sip of enerwine through the vents in her face mask, which evidently doesn't come off... -Moonlight puffs up. "Of course it's good stuff," she taps her chest with a single finger, "I brought it, didn't I?" -Warblade nods and says, "Yes and thank you... this energy stick a bit better then the generic recharge voltage." -Moonlight waves a hand dismissivlely. "It was no problem, really." -Warblade finishes off his drink then refills it.. offering a refill to each of you. -Moonlight takes the refill, of course. -Warblade jokeingly says, "Gotta save some for when I get Promoted to Captain." he snickers... -Moonlight chuckles. "That's when I get the high-grade expensive stuff that I can't buy but have to risk my neck to smuggle." -Warblade snickers more and says, "Why smuggle when you can take someone who wont be searched ?" -Moonlight blinks. "That would take the fun out of it." -Warblade sips the energon and nods, "Thats true..." *Enfilade leaves* -Moonlight nods her head. "Ah, so you understand me then." -Warblade makes himself cozy in a chair and lets out a soft sigh... he looks to Moonlight again and nods, "Of course... its the same as having your landing done by an Automated system... its just boring." -Moonlight grins. "Exactly. Besides, I'm not much for duty. Loyalty perhaps, but never duty. I can't do a boring job." -Warblade says, "No one says you can't have fun while doing your job.." -Moonlight nods. "But some jobs just don't lend excitement to themselves." -Warblade nods and sets down his cup, "Thats when you change jobs." -Moonlight shrugs. "Well, the system here is a little strict. The higher up types have to clear it and switch your division and all that stuff." -Warblade says, "Do two jobs.. the one you like and the one you don't.. when they see your better at what you like they may ask you to change before you even get a chance to ask." -Moonlight nods approvingly. "You have a good mind there. I'll have to keep that in the back of my own mind for future reference." -Warblade nods, "If you complain it never seems to get you what you want... so you need to manipulate the system. -Moonlight grins. "For a new fella, you're sharp. I like that. You sure you don't belong in Intell? Or do you like the tough and rumble of the combat situation?" -Warblade shrugs, "I don't have the skills to make an effective Intelligence Agent... im sure High Command will put me where i best fit.. for now Combat ops is ok for me.... Its a change of pace." -Moonlight cocks her head to the side in a questioning gesture. "What, from sitting inactive in some lab? Anything would be a change of pace from that." -Warblade says, "Indeed..." -Warblade grins. -You say, "Well, good luck with whatever you do. Just remember this, combat types always end up in repair bay the most." -Warblade says, "Someone has to do it.. but most don't have much smarts either.. thats why they end up slagged." -Moonlight nods. "Well, sometimes smarts don't even help. I was hit pretty bad once by an Autobot." -Warblade nods then smiles, "See.. and Your not in the Combat Division.... Some times you just can't help getting nailed... But most situations have a peaceful resolution.. you just have to be willing to explore the options. -Moonlight shifts around for optimal comfort. "I agree, though some people don't. I try talking, and if that doesn't work, I usually run. I had to sacrifice heavy armor for the ability to sneak around." -Warblade taps on his chest a bit and hums, "I suppose this isnt pretty bad armor.. i seem to have a thick skin." he chuckles, "Best not a thick skull huh ?" -Moonlight nods. "Best not. So, what are your plans for yourself?" -Warblade tilts his head, "I honestly havent made any yet." -You say, "Fair enough. Just keep in mind what I said earlier and weight what people say by their message and not their rank....but don't tell anyone I said that. That doesn't mean you should rebell, 'cause that's stupid. Just remember rank doesn't make right...it just gives them the power to blast you if you don't like their ideas." -Warblade nods, "I get the feeling you refear to specifics... like who ?" -Moonlight shakes her head. "Not really. I've had no troubles myself...just heard stories at the bar." -Warblade nods, "I'll take it into consideration... I am loyal to the empire and respect the Chain of Command... But im no stupid grunt who follows any order blindly... -Moonlight reaches over and pats Warblade's arm. "Smart move. Keep your ideas to yourself most of the time, but /keep/ them. They might come in handy later." *Moonlight leaves* MoonDoor(#566n) Colorful could be a word to describe this room. The walls are covered of many pictures of many different planets (none are on Cybertron)...most of them in bars and containing the same mech over and over. The room is littered with odds and ends and couldn't truly be called neat, though there appears to be some sort of purpose to all the clutter. There's a recharge bed, but unless it's being used, it is also most likely covered in junk. There are probably many little well-hidden hidey holes in this room, but anyone interested in them would have to both wade through the junk and have a keen set of optics. -Warblade transmits: 'I seem to have gotten lost... But now im in the Command Center.. sorry for loosing track of you.'. -You transmit 'It's no problem. *pauses* Command Center, eh? Maybe you've got some hidden ambitions in that sharp mind of yours.' to Warblade. -Warblade transmits: 'Where did you go ?'. -You transmit 'I headed back to my room for a bit.' to Warblade. -Warblade transmits: 'Ah.. Hiding in plain sight tactic.. *chuckles*'. -You transmit '*chuckles* Who's hiding? I only do that while I'm on duty.' to Warblade. -Warblade transmits: 'In that case... Wanna join me in the CC ? Maybe you could show me around a little too.. where the fun stuff happens.'. -You transmit '*there's a thump in the background* Sure.' to Warblade. -Warblade transmits: 'What was that thump ? you ok ?'. Darkmount - Command Center Before you lies the heart and soul of the Decepticon empire. You find yourself standing on a wide walkway spanning a three-quarter circle overlooking the 100 foot deep command center. The central stairs are just to your right and descend through three levels of sensor monitor stations. The entire height and length of the wall in front of you is covered with massive sensor viewers relaying information from the Tower Outpost Communication Center to Darkmount so that Decepticon leaders may survey their holdings without moving very far from the tools of power at their disposal. In the first work level below you are various computer terminals available for the officers to review logs of troop reports while the lower two levels are strictly dedicated to sensor monitoring and are constantly manned. In the pit of the room, various holomaps display the information interpolated from the sensor inputs that the currently assigned duty officer is constantly updating. Warblade [Robot] [D] Nightfire [Robot] [D] -Moonlight strides into the room, seeming in fairly high spirits. -Warblade glances over to Moonlight still wondering if she is ok.. "You ok ?.. sounded like you ran into something on the Radio." -Nightfire is talking with Warblade, mainly just filling him in on recent events. He glances over at Moonlight as she enters and Warblade talks to her, "Find something Moonlight?" -Moonlight shakes her head. "Naw. That was just me jumping down from my recharge bed." Looks at Nightfall. "Not at all. I just decided I wanted to be in a good mood today." She flashes the mechs a charming smile. -Warblade chuckles, "You didn't have to rush from your recharge so quickly just on the account of me." -Nightfire smiles at Moonlight, "That's good, you haven't run into Freefall anymore lately have you?" -Warblade raises a brow and looks to Nightfire, "Freefall ?" -Moonlight makes a mock salute to Warblade. "Punctuality is a virtue, didn't you know that?" She turns to NightFALL. "Of course not. If I had, I wouldn't /be/ in a good mood...I'd be in repair bay again." She makes a face. -Nightfire nods to Warblade, "How to put this gently...... he's an Autobot Terrorist, if the Decepticons had a top 10 most pain in the aft list he'd be number one." -Warblade starts to chuckle, "Why not make one.. or would that be too much good Publicity for the Rebels ?" -Nightfire says, "If Freefall knew we had one and knew he was number one, he'd probably try harder just to stay up there." -Moonlight shrugs. "Ask a publicist. I wouldn't know. But I do know he /is/ a pain in the aft...and had no appreciation of art." -Nightfire says to Warblade, "I'm sure you'll meet up with him soon enough." -Warblade nods quietly, "Maybe this Autobot law breaker should be taught a lesson.. and made an example of." -Moonlight grins gleeishly. "I await that day." -Warblade turns off his computer station and turns around looking at the others.. He probably has enough of reading for today. -Nightfire says, "I think I've lost count of how many times I've beat on him... though, he's a good fighter in his own right too. He's put me in med bay a few times." -Warblade says, "Then maybe.... It requires a bit more Symbolism...." he glances to Nightfire and that Decepticon Twinkle in his eye finally shows... "Scattering his body over the terrain of Dead End." -Nightfire laughs, "If you can do it, be my guest, but remember that most of the Autobots travel in packs or partners." -Warblade says, "Then when his Rebel friends come to gather him... Ambush them.." -Warblade says, "Why do it alone..." -Moonlight listens with amusement. -Nightfire says, "Last time I tried planning an ambush on a mech, I ended up with it two on six, with my team ending up as the two. And there was the time I was ordered to attack an Autobot outpost alone, that was a pain, it was six on one then until Shockwave showed up with reinforcements." -You say, "That's why you need an ambush specialist." -Warblade glances to Moonlight and bets she would love that job. -Nightfire nods, "If you know of anyone who'd want the job... I'd have to talk with Enfilade about seeing if we could get them set up for that position." -Moonlight shrugs. "I suppose you could browse through the troop files. Might find some goodies in there." -Nightfire says, "Actually, if we do, I'd prefer an intel/spy type who's not like our, *ahem* other Intelligence agents. Namely Skyburner and Razelore." -Warblade says softly, "Maybe someone from the Intelligence Division." -Warblade grins to Nightfire then looks down slightly. -You say, "What's wrong with Skyburner and Razelore?" -Nightfire smirks at Warblade, "There's a few Intel people that'd be good for the job, but I'm not sure I really trust any of them." He looks up at Moonlight and answers her, "I haven't exactly had the best of experiances with those two, and I'm not sure I'd trust someone who'd be willing to feed on another Cybertronian just for fun." -Moonlight makes a face. "That is rather a nauseating ideas. I know I'm liberal minded...but I'm not that far gone. Besides, intel isn't so bad if the mind games don't catch you up too bad." -Warblade says, "I've heard of warriors like that.. Never met one though.." -Nightfire looks over Moonlight, "I didn't think you'd like that idea, you don't seem like the normal Intel guys." -Moonlight chuckles. "Well, for one I'm not a guy." She winks. "Femmes think differently you know." -Nightfire nods and smirks, "Ya, I knew that." -Warblade chuckles softly, "Maybe she would like to try the job out for a bit.. see how she does." -Moonlight shakes her head. "Ambush expert I am not. In fact, I'm usually at the recieving end of the ambush. That's when I hide under a table or behind the bar and start throwing stuff." -Warblade joke a little and says, "Ambush bait then ?" -Moonlight cocks her head to the side. "Maybe. I could probably pull that off. Though I would hate to have my paint scratched." -Warblade says, "No we wouldn't want that." -You say, "I'm glad we agree." -Warblade glances around, "So.. what do the troops do while off Duty around here ?" -Moonlight sits back and laughs. "I go to the bar." -Warblade looks to Moonlight and grins, "Bet you know all the good places huh ?" -Moonlight nods her head. "For relaxing the Surge is the place to go. If you want classyness, then Crystal City is the spot. I know there's a bar in Polyhex, but I'm never out that way, so I haven't been there yet. I suppose I'll go one day."