May 19th, 2002 ~Psykeout(D), Whiplash(D), Ghost(D), Golden Blaster - Bar Room A former transit station that extended both above and below ground, the Golden Blaster was recently reconstructed. This was once the junction station and has now been renovated into a quiet bar. Several tables are set about, while a former concession stand was converted to a bar equipped with stools for the patrons. The dim lighting and the smell of smoke waft gently through the sometimes still air, adding a quiet ambiance. A jukebox sits in the corner, carrying everything from the latest techno-pop to pre-war love melodies. The quiet in this room allows for deals to be made and secrets to be exchanged with little chance of eavesdropping. Behind the counter most nights is Shotglass, a femme who is very popular with the local patrons. Working the tables are the waiter, Tankard, and the waitress, Downtime. Players: Psykeout Objects: Psyke's Mug Silentlight's Arm Drink Menu Slash Jukebox Obvious Exits: -O- Out leads to Crystal City - Commercial Sector -D- Spiral Staircase leads to Golden Blaster - Dance Floor -Moonlight santers into the Golden Blaster, winking to the bartender as she makes her entrance. She glances about the room casually from under the brim of her hat. -Psykeout sits in his new-found seat in the corner. Rubbing the side of his mug, feeling the condensation run down his fingers. He lights an ener-cig, scanning the crowd of people in here. -Moonlight notices her new aquaintance from the other day, shrugs to herself, and crosses the floor towards him. -Psykeout continues sitting there in silence, staring into space. It seems as though he has an extensive amount on his mind currently. -Moonlight quietly as possible moves right up to Psykeout's table. In a swift movement she slams her fists down hard on the table and gives a loud, "Hullo!" -Whiplash slinks in through the door, keeping to MedusaSaur mode and not exactly melting into the shadows, but nor is she being very obvious about her presence either. She looks around a little furtively to get a picture of who may be lurking about in here, ready to go on her way as she doesn't seem to find who she's looking for. But on hearing Moonlight, she pauses and takes a closer look. -Psykeout jumps suddenly, as his optics flicker slightly. He looks up at Moonlight, his optics narrowing to a slit. In his usual low emotionless tone, "Greetings, to you. Though, might I offer a bit of advice? Do not attempt to sneak up on me, nor slam your fists on the table." He sighs softly, pulling out his newest trophy (Silentlight's arm). "This is what happened to the last one that bothered my aural circutry..." -Moonlight just shakes her head and utters a tsking noise. "Lighten up. Your sense of fun needs a little work I think. Besides, I'm supposed to be sneaky, it's on my resume after all." She slides into a seat and looks at the arm. "May I?" -Psykeout raises an optic ridge as he takes a sip off of his mug. "True...I can understand your point. But...I hardly know you. *sigh* I guess I've just got a lot running through my neural circutry lately..." He takes a deep drag off of the ener-cig, continuing to stare into space... -Whiplash edges forward to see if she can get a look at this trophy. -Moonlight snaps her fingers close to Psyke's face. "I'm losing you again. Keep doing that and soon they'll use you as decoration." -Psykeout looks over to Moonlight, as she moves her fingers to close to his face. Psykeout gives your fingers. He gives a moments thought before noticing something. Is that? Could it be? Has she returned from the dead? He sighs, with a faint smirk on his face. Leaning back, he takes a drag off of his ener-cig, keeping a somewhat watchful eye on Moonlight at the same time. -Whiplash isn't exactly making an effort to be hidden. -Whiplash finds a place from where she can get a better view of the table and the two interacting individuals. Where she's been all this time, she makes no mention of at all - in fact, she says nothing as of yet. -Moonlight sees Psyke's optics wander back to her face and smiles slightly. "Ah, there we go. It's rather discomforting to sit across from someone who is on a trip to la-la land." She leans back in her seat, slowly relaxing, at which point she spots Whiplash. She gives a slight nod, but keeps her attention on Psyke. -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "I am not on a trip to 'la-la land'...or whatever you call it. It is just that I have had a lot on my mind lately..." He sighs softly, "There are actually a few people that I have in mind...Perhaps femmes, even." Smirking at this thought, Psyke takes a deep drink off of his mug. -Whiplash smirks faintly, recognizing Moonlight. Finally she speaks, "Back from the fringes of the world, hm?" As though she should talk. -Moonlight throws her arms behind her head in an exaggerated motion of relaxation. She twists slightly to face Whiplash more directly and smiles. "More like beyond the fringes...though I guess Monacus is fringe-like enough for you." -Psykeout leans back in his chair, with a faint smile upon his face. Only his Decepticon sigil is showing, with the way that he is seated. He watches these femmes talking, with mock-interest. He hasn't seen Whiplash in forever n' a day, and he wonders if she even recognizes him. Taking another sip off of his mug, he lights an ener-cig...watching it total silence. -Whiplash tilts her head a bit as she finally notices something different about Psykeout. Okay, the color's new, and ... her optics narrow as she fixes onto the Decepticon sigil. -Psykeout watches Whiplash, as his optics narrow slightly. He watches her look at him, but as her optics move to the Decepticon sigil...he smirks slightly, broadening into a smile. Resting one of his hands around the mug, with his other scratching his chin with Silentlight's hand, he looks to her with an amused smile. With his usual voice, yet having a hint of sarcasm he says, "Well, Whiplash. It is certainly nice to see you again." -Moonlight glances at Psyke then back at Lash. Pretending to shiver she casually comments, "I can certainly feel the warmth here. If it gets any warmer I'm afraid I'll have to find someplace to defrost." -Whiplash looks coolly at Psykeout's emblem, over at Moonlight, and back to Psykeout. "I hope Shockwave knows what he's doing," she comments, though without any particular sarcasm. -Psykeout looks over to Moonlight, for a moment. "Blatently obvious sarcasm...*snort*...Couldn't you at least make it a bit more interesting." He turns to face Whiplash, "Whiplash...Perhaps he does know what he's doing." Smirking, he raises up the arm, "For, I did recieve this on my own accord. I made all the options to get this arm. I also..." He drifts off, looking to Moonlight for a moment. "I proved what I needed to, Whiplash." -Moonlight tsks at Psykeout. "And I suppose slamming my fists on your table wasn't interesting enough? I thought you wanted me to tone down the excitement around here." -Psykeout looks over to Moonlight, with an amused glimmer in his optics. "Whiplash and I have quite the history..." He glances to her for a fleeting moment, before turning back to Moonlight. "As for your comment about slamming fists on the table...That hardly qualifies as interesting. *smirk* I understand what you were trying to do and respect your diligent manner, but as I said before, I have a lot flowing through my neural circutry." (will continue after Lash's pose.) -Whiplash commends, "I don't think you want to be bragging about that history. Proved yourself, eh? I'll just wait and see for myself." -Moonlight sulks for a bit. -Psykeout turns to Whiplash, with an amused smile on his face. "It is a history, that has brought us to this point, Whiplash." He looks down at the table for a moment, "Perhaps my becoming a Decepticon shall change the way that we look at each other...Perhaps not. I feel that is only something that time will tell." -Moonlight rubs her fingers together in excitement. She leans forward to take both Whiplash and Psykeout in her glance. "So...spill already. You can't leave me hanging here knowing there's a story but not knowing what it is." From under her hat's brim, her green eyes gleam brightly. -Whiplash looks calmly at Moonlight and says, "The history's not that complicated. He's lucky I haven't killed him. That's about all there is to it." -Psykeout looks to Whiplash, "Not going to respond to my commentary, 'Lash?" He snickers beneath his breath, before staring into his glass. "Moonlight, perhaps that is simply the short version. But, as we both have said...it's history. Now that I have joined the ranks of the Decepticon Empire, I hope that perhaps we shall treat each other differently than we have before..." He puts the ener-cig out in the ashtray in the middle of the table, sighing softly. -Moonlight grabs the table edge. "You two are no fun." She sighs. "But if you think about it, you haven't killed me yet either Whiplash, so that doesn't say much." -Whiplash replies to Moonlight, "You haven't got on my nerves like he did." Though her optics flicker faintly in the barest trace of amusement. -Psykeout watches Whiplash's optics with an intensity matched by no other. He notices the optic flicker, but decides to say nothing about it. He turns to Moonlight, "I will admit, I have bugged her. But..." He turns to Whiplash, with a faint smile upon his face, "Perhaps I was simply having fun. Perhaps I was simply playing mind-games with you, Whiplash. Maybe I just enjoy watching you get angry..." -Whiplash rumbles a soft growl. "Dangerous game, fella." -Psykeout's faint smile broadens, "As I have been warned..." -Moonlight shakes her head and leans back again. "Maybe I should just get out of your faces so you can talk over old times...." -Whiplash says, "Old times, eh? You sure this place would survive the conversation?" -Psykeout places his hand upon Moonlight's shoulder, keeping his optics locked on Whiplash, "No...don't. I think it shall make it more interesting if we have an audience." Removing his hand from her shoulder, it disappears for a fleeting moment...and returns with a lit ener-cig. His hand now rests upon Silentlight's former arm, as he watches Whiplash with interest... -Moonlight grins impishly. "So, I don't suppose you'd give something to me for sticking around. I mean, from the sounds of things, it could get messy." She nods her head pointedly towards the bartender's counter. -Psykeout provides a faint smile to Moonlight, as he motions something to the Bartender. First, pointing to Moonlight, then to himself, the bartender nods slowly. A few moments later, a waiter returns with the drinks. Psyke looks to Whiplash, "Would you like anything, now that we have a waiter here? Or...do you happen to have your bottle, still?" -Whiplash finally seems to take in the severed arm, and asks with the barest flicker of interest, "Trophy?" -Moonlight takes a drink and settles in to listen. -Whiplash transforms, and takes out the black bottle with the MedusaSaur label. "Still got the bottle," she confirms, stepping up to the table and taking a place opposite the other two, from where she can keep some distance. -Psykeout optics darken suddenly, as he leans back in his seat. He raises both arms up upon the back of the booth, getting himself comfortable. "Well, Whiplash. If you must know..." He drifts off, nodding as she pulls out the bottle. He takes a sip off of his drink, "I had been assigned to speak with a couple of femmes. I know you were aware of this. After I did said assignment, I met with Shockwave in Crystal City. At that point, he gave me my first order as a Captain. To retrieve all information possible, from Silentlight." He raises the arm, as he raises an optic ridge..."Which I have done. Though...I am not quite finished with him." He sighs slightly, "I figured you, of all mechs, would be interested in such a trophy." -Whiplash smiles faintly. "I got a bit of a collection of my own," she says. -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Though, I did take the one that had all the fingers on it. On his other hand, well..." He digs into sub-space for a moment, returning with two fingers. Psyke drops these on the table, looking to Whiplash with his optics glistening... -Moonlight shrugs. "I don't know. Seems kind of tacky to keep body parts to me." -Ghost pads into the Golden Blaster, footfalls nearly silent as the tall gray femme heads into the once place on the planet that she visits on a regular basis. -Whiplash seems to appreciate the concept, however. She chuckles slightly. Opening a storage panel in her side, she draws out a handful of irregularly-shaped, shiny objects, and puts them carefully down on the table before them. -Psykeout gives Moonlight a momentary glance, "It would seem tacky, as I understand that. This is my trophy for becoming a Decepticon." He turns to Lash, as his mouth opens...then closes. Is that...could it be? No...there is no way in Primus' name. He turns back to Lash, staring at the items that she dropped on the table. He looks back up to her in amusement, "Who might those be from?" -Whiplash has as usual positioned herself at the table so she can see the door at least out of the side of her optics, and she looks up at the motion to see Ghost come in. She smiles in greeting, and procedes to stir through the bits and pieces before her. One can recognize shreds of armor adorned with Autobot symbols of varying completeness, as well as blue Militia symbols. Among the pieces are also numerous crystal shards. -Ghost pads over to the bar itself, peering around for a brief moment before settling down on a stool. Whomever comes over to ask her her order gets a gruff reply, her voice on the ragged side of raspy, "Double Slammer. Neat." -Psykeout sighs softly as he stares at the extensive collection of armor. "Impressive Whiplash...I only hope that my collection will eventually reach the heights that yours has. He returns the fingers to sub-space, slowly petting the arm...as if it was a pet. Taking a sip off of his drink, he glances at the newest entrant into the bar. Psyke could SWEAR he knows her from somewhere...but the problem is, he can't figure out what it was. -Moonlight frowns slightly. "That's just morbid." -Whiplash nudges at the glimmering bits and pieces before her, and makes a shrugging motion with her tentacles. "Just wanted some souvenirs, I guess," she says. "Kinda silly to keep 'em, I'm getting to be a real pack rat." She picks out one particularly nice piece of crystal and holds it up to the light for a moment, flashing a sharp-fanged grin. -Ghost gets her drink, peering at the bar for a moment before turning around on her seat, looking over at the collection of cons. Taking a sip of her drink, she makes a face, wincing at the flavor evidently, before drinking a larger draw. -Psykeout scritches his chin, with Silentlights severed arm. He turns to Moonlight, as he puts his chin in the cradle of the hand, using it as an 'arm-rest'. "Perhaps it is morbid...but, it is something that I have chosen to keep. Perhaps I may use it on my next creation." He looks to Whiplash, as his optics flicker in slight amusement. Noting Ghost's optics peering at the group, Psykeout realizes who it is. The infamous Ghost. He smirks to himself, in mild amusement...with that hand still supporting his head. -Moonlight makes a face. "You're one messed up mech. I hope you know that." -Whiplash gives Psykeout a sharp look at the 'next creation' part. -Ghost seems to be considering something for a moment, epxression terse. Rising off of her seat, she pads over to the table of cons, speaking softly, but with sand to her voice, "Mind if I come and chat?" -Moonlight slides to the far side of the table and nods, not bothering to see the others agree or not. -Whiplash gives Ghost another smile, though she sweeps her trophies together a little, placing a hand partly over them to shield them a little from view. Perhaps recalling Ghost's reaction after the attack on this city. -Psykeout pulls his hand from out under his chin, motioning to the seat that Moonlight offered. "I would be honored...*pause...Ghost, is it?" He stares at her for a moment longer, before turning his attention to Moonlight. "Perhaps I am morbid...or perhaps I like to keep memories of where I have been and what I have done." Psyke shoots a momentary glance over to Whiplash... -Ghost slide into the vacancy, nodding at Whiplash and almost offering a smile, like she has lost that particilar facial ability. A brow lifts, "Yes.. Ghost it is." -Whiplash stashes the bits back in her storage compartment, and instead tilts the MedusaSaur label bottle into the light. Under the illumination it becomes apparent even through the dark glass that the bottle is in fact empty now. -Psykeout scritches his chin, as Ghost slides into the seat. This is an unexpected group gathered here...as Psykeout feels somewhat left out. He begins to finger the condensation on his mug, staring into space. -Moonlight shifts in her seat slightly. "Well now, isn't this getting cozy. Kind of nice...wish I had a picture." Her comment doesn't seem to be directed at anyone, but is instead the free floating kind to get picked up by anyone who has the fancy to do so. -Ghost lifts a brow as she sips her beverage, "Well.. A picture would be interesting." she comments softly, "Did I kill the conversation? I could leave." -Psykeout leans forward, eyeing Whiplash. He turns to Ghost, "You didn't kill the conversation. I...have recently become a Decepticon. Whiplash," He motions towards her, as well as shooting her a momentary glance, "Was simply talking about the fact that she doesn't feel I have proved myself. Moonlight, here...Well, she thinks that I'm a horrible and morbid mech. Any commentary?" -Moonlight waves her hands in front of herself defensively, "Hey now, I never said horrible." -Psykeout nods, correcting himself, "Messed up, I'm sorry." -Ghost cocks a brow upwards as something resembling a smirk creases her face. Her optics lighten a shade, picking up some lavender highlights, "Let me see.. You're a decepticon now? Maybe I should check in more often." The smile widens slightly as humor glitters in her optics, " And you're horribly morbid? I think you'll fit riiiight in.. With Razelore. He's a morbid one as well." -Whiplash puts her MedusaSaur-label bottle away as well, giving Psykeout a halfway-warning and halfway-speculative look. "Guess it's time I got back to my routine," she remarks to no one in particular. No mention of where she's been off to all this time. -Moonlight makes a face again. "Routine. That's a word I never like to hear." -Ghost peers at Whiplash for a moment, the humor simply dissipating from her expression, "Yes.. It might be time to get back into older routines.." She gives a shake of her head, picking her glass up to sip at the concoction. -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Leaving our company so soon, Whiplash?" He sighs softly, somewhat hurt to see her go. No matter...there shall be another time. "Take care of yourself, Lash. But, as we both know, there is no need for me to tell you that." He turns to Moonlight, nodding slowly. "You don't like to hear it, now I look forward to it..." Psyke takes a deep drag off the ener-cig, staring into space. -Whiplash replies to Moonlight, "When you're a sentry, you got certain borderlands to keep checking on. *Not* like I've neglected that, now." This last more directed at Ghost. And finally to Psykeout, "I can take care of myself. Don't forget it." -Moonlight chuckles. "Boy am I glad no one's ever roped me into doing sentry duty." -Whiplash smirks. "Don't think you're cut out for it, lady. No offense." -Psykeout nods slowly, smiling at Whiplash, "I am fully aware of that, it was simply a way to say goodbye, Whiplash." He bows his head slightly, "As I said before, I hope that we can start over, Whiplash." Turning to Ghost, as his optics dim slightly, "So...where have you been for all this time, Ghost? I remember meeting you...*sigh...a couple of mega-cycles ago. Whatever happened to you?" -Ghost shrugs, "Sentry duty is always worthy of respect. That is, after all, the first line of defense." Her voice trails off as she peers at Whiplash, "Walk with the winds, Mer Whiplash. Don't forget, I owe you a bout." She winks. -Moonlight waves a cheery hand. "Not offended in the least. Have a good cycle Whiplash." -Whiplash gives Psykeout another glance, this one more speculative, and then brightens visibly at Ghost's words. The serrated fangs flash in a grin. "I'll hold you to that." With that, she vanishes toward the door. -Ghost smiles for a brief moment before turning her attention to the other two at the table, "I've been on a deep recon mission." she explains. "Thought it time to surface for a cycle before heading back down." -Psykeout stares into her optics, somewhat wondering if what she speaks is the truth. He feels that he may never know, as it is probably best that he doesn't push the issue. Maybe it's just the fact that he hasn't come to trust many Decepticons...if any. He glances over to Moonlight for a moment, before turning his attention back to Ghost. "So. You've been on a deep recon mission, eh? Interesting..." He drifts off slightly, for how do you talk to one such as Ghost? There are no words to describe her history...nor the respect that he holds for her. -Moonlight takes polite interest. "Are things going well? Don't need details, just a general idea of wellness." -Ghost lifts a brow as she sips her beverage, "Yes. Deep recon.. And All I am at liberty to say is, I'm still walking so things are going well." -Psykeout snickers slightly at her response. He notes Moonlight's somewhat implied lack of interest, but says nothing. Nodding slowly, taking in all that is occuring around him, "It is good to hear that you still live, Ghost. I had heard a few rumors that you were no longer among the world of the living...Perhaps I should learn to investigate such rumors further." -Moonlight nods her head. "That's good. Think you'll be at it for much longer?" -Ghost shrugs, "I've been reported as dead.." she pauses, counting, "At least 4 or 5 times since Megatron left.. And twice that was correct, so to speak." She frowns a moment, "Until I find what I'm out to find, I'll be at it indefinatly." -Psykeout raises an optic ridge at this news. Interesting, to say the least. He sighs softly as the rest of her comment escapes her lips, "Indefinatly? Damn, Ghost..." He shakes his head, scritching his chin with his trophy. "...I was actually hoping to work with you one day. To work with the legend, known as Ghost." -Moonlight shrugs. "Well, good luck then. But you'll probably tell me you don't need luck, right?" -Ghost shakes her head, "I'm a legend? Not quite in my job description but it'll do." That smile threatens to come back,. "Luck has a bit to do with it, but mostly its hard work." -Moonlight chuckles lowly. "I rely more on luck and witicisims than hard work. I'm abominably lazy, I must admit." -Psykeout smiles faintly, "To me, Ghost...you are a legend. That's one of the reasons I want to work with you so bad." He sighs softly, putting his ener-cig out in the ashtray. He puts his trophy into sub-space, as well as his glass. It looks like the lil' Psyko is about to leave... -Ghost chuckles softly, "Thank you, Psykeout." She finishes her drink off, looking more thoughtful and less, edgy. "I'll have to make more visits back to the surface then so you get that chance. Although, working with me isnt all its cracked up to be. I'm not XO to shockwave anymore, thank primus." -Moonlight takes a moment to catch up on some drinking. -Psykeout nods towards Ghost, with great respect. He provides her with a salute, as if he has been practicing it for years. He smirks slightly, "To me, Ghost...working with you would be an honor." With that, he drops the salute. Turning on his heels, Psykeout makes for the door. -Moonlight watches Psykeout leave and shrugs her shoulders. "Legend eh?" Thinks. "Doubt anyone will ever come along and call me that." -Ghost shrugs, "Evidently some rumors abound about me.," She lifts a brow, peering at her empty glass, "But even legends need to work." She stands, "I'll see you later. It's back to the underside for me." -Moonlight nods her head and waves farewell. "Hope you don't think I'm too disrespectful, but I see respect in a different light than most people. Keep as safe as you can while on the job." She stands up and heads for the door. -Ghost chuckles softly, "I'm not one to stand on formalities, as you may find out should you see me more." She smiles and leaves as well.