July 25th, 2002
~Swivel(A), Thumper(A), Datatap(A), Psykeout(D),

Crossroads
        The crossroads here are one of the few remaining functional intersections on Cybertron. Four thoroughfares enter and exit this cloverleaf monstrosity made up of intricately woven levels of superhighways, but the actual routes can only be determined by traveling them. Stacked three levels above the surrounding landscape, the entire exchange is covered with a huge glass dome. The purpose of the dome was lost long ago with the construction crew that built this interchange, but now it simply provides some shelter from the occasional caustic storms that arise on Cybertron.
        The area around the interchange is relatively flat and since the crossroads are raised above it, there is room underneath for travelers to rest or admire the open view. Hotly contested in more recent times, whoever controls this central transit point could potentially control entrance to Iacon as well as the Crystal City so the Autobots and neutral citizens of Crystal City try and keep close guard over it.


Thumper [Armored Caravan] [A] 
Swivel [Robot] [A]

Obvious Exits:
 -U- Up leads to Sky above Iacon Crossroads
 -N- North leads to Ancestral Overpass
 -S- South leads to Crystal City Highway
 -E- East leads to Old Expressway
 -W- West leads to Ruined Outpost

-Swivel walks in a fast paces up to the crossraods, her most recent favourite place to be. Sure, she gets into a lot of trouble, coincidences work against her all of the time. Nothing ironic, just nerve wrecking. Reaching the crossroads, becuase she got into trouble for lugging out autobot property into the middle of nowehere, she rubs the back of her head. Where's the card table. "Uh-oh!"
-Shimmer shuffles into the area, in a quick, nervous way.
-Thumper motors along, coming in from the west, apparently moving between bases. He's off a little ways, but coming up as fast as he can...which..well...isn't. But that's not important. The RRBT (Really, Really Big Truck) scans and notices someone....at the intersection? Umm...
-Swivel looks around, once again she hits the crossraods as a small crowd gathers. She crosses her arms, where the slag is that card table, she coudl get in trouble for being irresponsible. SO much for being mischievious to try and shake off her gloom. She looks at the nervously shuffling femme, then her attention is drawn by something big.
-Shimmer continues to shuffle along, nervously glancing towards the rather large vehicle coming along one of the roads. She sighs to herself and shakes her head a little.
-Something large .. and something small. Or maybe you don't notice it, overshadowed as it is by the RRBT. A mounted satellite skitters throughout the road, slightly behind Thumper but swerving a bit, and though distracted by -something- or another.
-Thumper bumbles along, happily, getting closer. Swivel probably would reckognize the vehicle...maybe. Well, last time she saw it, was in a really dark cave. The truck motors towards the side slightly, "Be careful back there. I don't want to run anyone over."
-Swivel looks at Thumper. Hey wow, that's almost as big as the truck that ran her over. She perches her hands on her waist, but can't keep herself from staring at the nervous femme. When people are in a hurry, they usually have something to hide, of course, Swivel doesn't noce into people's business often... well, maybe she does. She looks at the satalite scooting away from being tread on by the truck, observing everything quietly, then looks at the empty crossroads. "Ah..... someone took my card table."
-Shimmer blinks her optics several times. "Hmmmmmmm?" She focuses her gaze on the Autobot femme. "Did you just say something?"
-Swivel looks at Shimmer. "Yeah... the card table is gone. I was supposed to return it... now I'm going to be in a bit of trouble." she throws her arms up in the air. "So much for harmless fun!"
-Datatap burbles along, the comment from Thumper distracting its from its random swervings. "I'm careful. Though, getting out of the way," .. like that .. "does help."
-Shimmer stops next to Swivel. "What does it look like." She pauses and giggles. "Never mind, that's a silly question, it probably looks like a table."
-Thumper continues closer, "Some others up ahead. I hope they're friendly, or we might be in trouble." He let's off the accelerator, coasting his way along, before applying the brakes and rolling to a stop, not too far away, but not too close either. It's a happy safe distance.
-Swivel looks at Shimmer, and rubs the back of her head. "Not just any table, an Iacon Card table... I had it out here to see how people reacted to it." sighs. "Well, Ultra Magnus might get a little annoyed becuase I promised I'd take it back last cycle, but I never got around to it. I was hoping to get a random passerby to play a game of cards with me, I was bored." she looks at the truck, rather familiar....
-Shimmer tilts her head slightly to the side. "Are Iacon card tables so different from other tables? You seemed to put an awful lot of emphasis on the word /Iacon/. What's so special about this table?"
-Datatap deliberately hits a slight bump, making him tilt a little forward and back in the hovermount equivalent of a nod, stopping moments after, again, a little behind the RRBT. "Trouble. Bleh. Means it's harder to poke around things."
-Swivel shrugs her shoulders. "I got attatched to it!" she says. "Nothing special bout it being Iacon, but..." she tilts her head aside. "It was my favourite passtime," she puts on a puty face like a child's hope of fun getting shattered. Maybe she just looks childish becuase of her big optics.
-Shimmer pats the other femme's arm. "There there, I'm sure it will turn up someplace." She smiles at herself for being so understanding.
-Thumper begins an incredibly long (relatively) transformation sequence. The robot frame seems to shift off the truck frame, with three loud (((THUMP)))s. The rest of the truck frame molds into a backpack. He squats down, recahing bakc to pull it on, "Well, we'll just find out, won't we?" He smiles back to Datatap and then starts towards the two.
-Swivel shrugs. "Naw, someone probaly took off with it, I'll never see it again!" shakes her fists, putting on a half angry half mischievious smirk. "I'll just have to track it down... hee hee hee" looks around. "Well, maybe not, it could be anywhere."
-Shimmer blinks her optics again. "Are you a tracker?"
-Swivel looks back at Shimmer. "Nope," she replies bluntly. "But anyone can track things down, or try. It's whether or not they are succesful." she shrugs. "It will be especially hard to find if it's anywhere near con territory." she sighs. "Probably my luck that it is, oy, the unniverse hates me,"
-Datatap 's satellite whorls around slowly. "I have some radio talents I've haven't messed with; would they work for hearing a conversation over there?" Toys! If it wouldn't work (tell me! n.-), it doesn't.
-Shimmer looks around and spots the mech and the (whatever Datatap is...I'm still not quite certain). "Ummmmm, are they part of the universe that hates you?" She points over in that direction.
-Thumper looks over his shoulder and shrugs, "You're asking me? You're almost twice as old as I am." He grins and looks back to them. "Well, let me know if you hear something that resembles a good reason to run." He continues towards the two smaller cybertronians, something he's become rather used to.
-Swivel looks over at them, and shrugs. "Ah not really. I meant unniverse hates me in the worst possible could happen to me...." looks again. She is CERTAIN that is the truck that stopped her in the path. She let's out a giggle, remembering the amusing collision. Of course, the situation wasn't funny in fact that she had a con trying to tear off her arm. She felt safe knowing she'd resolved that misunderstanding, or so she hoped. "I've just ben unlucky recently."
-Shimmer bobs her head. "Ahhhhhh. So we shouldn't have to worry about them." She jerks her thumb back towards the mech.
-The satellite concentrates on the conversation, but can't seem to learn anything, gives up momentarily, and tranforms into a form more befitting a close-up chat. "Doesn't seem to work, nope. Worth a shot, though. Just because it didn't work -now- doesn't mean it doesn't, -period-."
-Swivel looks back at them. "I rarely worry about anyone." she replies, shrugging a little. "Unless I already have had negative encoutners with them, then I might get a little edgey." looks at Thumper. "Well, unless he's the one who ran me over in the tunnel. Now that's a funny story...." she laughs a little again.
-Shimmer just looks a little doubtful.
-Swivel cocks her head to the side looking at Shimmer. "Something wrong?"
-Shimmer shakes her head. "Um, not really. But I don't think a story about getting ran over could be funny. It hurts to get ran over."
-Thumper looks back again, "Yea, well maybe, maybe not. You'll find out eventually, I'm sure. Just like one day I'll find out how big of a boom this gun makes." He continues towards the two, raising an arm in greeting, "Hello, friends!", he calls out.
-Swivel looks at her. "I was too small to get hit, I just had the bottom of a trcuk over my head is all," she replies. "It was even funnier before it ran uf over, well, if you want to hear a top class cliche collision! DOn't worry, no one got hurt, mayeb a little scratched, but everyone seemed fine."  Swivel looks over at Thumper and waves a friendly greeting. "Lo there!"
-Shimmer puts a hand above her optics to get a better look at the oncoming mechs. She waves, but says nothing in greeting.
-Datatap glances at the gun and wonders how much carnage it -does- crank out. "Someday. Else I'll make it work," he grins. He waves a nod-y wave, following Thumper's lead; there isn't a "yo" but it would seem fitting.
-Thumper squats down as he gets up near the two. He looks back to make sure Datatap is behind him. Then, he realizes..he's never tried to introduce himself to anyone before. His faceplate takes a moment of awkward look.
-Swivel looks up at Thumper and tilts her head aside. "Something wrong?"
-Shimmer folds her arms in front and takes a couple of steps back....
-Swivel looks at Shimmer, then at the two.
-Thumper shakes his head, "No..just...uh." Right...bluntness time again. "I'm Thumper...and the Autobot behind me is Datatap." He gestures towards Datatap, then looks back to the two.
-Swivel looks up at Thumper. "Hey! Thumper! Your the new mech, I'm Swivel!" she introduces herself, pointing her thumb at her chest. "
-Datatap blinks up at Thumper at first, and nods as the big bot introduces. "Works better than what I was going to say," he chuckles.
-Shimmer tugs at her name tag. "My name is Shimmer."
-Swivel looks at Shimmer. "Oh, I never notices the tag, sorry! Hello Shimmer, hey, I like that name!" she says with a bright smile.
-Datatap tips another nod-greeting to the two, a little more comfortable to come forward now, for whatever reason.
-Thumper smiles a little wider. See? He knew theses wuz good people. "Well, it's nice to meet you two." He shifts down to sitting crosslegged.
-Shimmer gives Swivel a slightly timid smile back. "Thank you." She glances at the two mechs. "Pleased to meet you."
-Perhaps it's instinct or something, but Datatap now feels inclined to search for something to lean against. Or hack. Whichever's nearer. Doesn't seem either is, either.
-Swivel looks at Shimmer and extends a hand, for a friendly handshake of course. Sometimes people take offense by that, and she wonders why. "I'd invite you to a game of cards-" she pauses and looks at them "All of you for cards, but the card table has dissapeared."
-Lean on Thumper, when you're lazy. He's like a wall, and he can carry you along. He looks at Swivel curiously, "Cards?"
-Shimmer shrugs. "I'm sure it's okay. Lots of people don't play cards and they seem to be fine." She pauses. "Then again, there's a war going on and maybe if more people played cards, there'd be less war."
-Datatap does notice Thumper and take his .. what? -Leg?- .. into consideration, but thinks against it. He'd be tempted to hack into him, even if he -is- a sentient fellow Transformer. oO Still gotta try that. oO "Cards?" His fingers twitch, ever so slightly. "Find the table again. That sounds .. addicting."
-Swivel looks at Thumper. Right, he's a little new. "Ah, Cards. Little squares with symbols and numbers on them. THey are used to play various entertaining games," she grins. "Well, it's fun anyway, and if you don't know what fun is yet, then I'll just give you time to learn!" she replies, then looks at Shimmer and nods. "I'd prefer more cards, less war." she nods again. "War has been going on long enough, and I'm sick of always having a permanent enemy, without even knowing who half my enemies are and knowing their story. It seems so dull to know just a symbol can make someone your enemy, I'd prefer to have a more personal reason to fight, but then again, I don't like fighting. Ah, I'm rabling again, sorry,"
-Shimmer smiles brightly. "Oh, I don't mind rambling. I do it all the time when I'm at work. I think people expect it of me, but I don't mind obliging them. Doesn't hurt me any and they seem to leave bigger tips if I'm nice and friendly and accomadating to people."
-Thumper just looks at Swivel a moment. You know, he'd never thought of that. Of course, that's been happening a lot lately. He remains quiet, listening to the two. They're a lot different than Ultra Magnus is. He hrms quietly to himself and is content to listen.
-Datatap will probably -be- a contributor to the reasons behind war. Who knows what Haxor lies in the heart of Tap. "War makes me get bombed. Ugh, that hurt. For days, no less." 'Course, cards might, too. Heckuv he knows how, though.
-Swivel looks at Shimmer and nods. "Ah well, I'm not expected to ramble. I'm expected to keep my mouth sealed when talking to anyone but my allies," she shrugs. "But I'm not saying anything wrong, just me opinion, so I suppose it's allright," she tilts her head aside, looking at Thumper. What a terrible time to be created, when the war has tensed everyone up. There really isn't much fun in war except for sadistic mechs. She sighs sadly, then looks back at Shimmer, then at Datatap. Strange mech. "Well, I'm eager to see the end of this war. I almost left my faction to try and hide, but I don't see how that will help. No matter what side you are on if any, the war is still there and everyone is affected by it. It's really sad, but that's why I fight to end it. I just try to fight without relying on my gun," she says, patting her laser pistol that is attatches to her thigh. Yes yes, it's small, but she was advised to carry a weapon with her everywhere. Heck, she even tried giving the thing away. Didn't work.
-Shimmer looks rather vulnerable, she has no guns at all, only a couple of small blades. She hugs her shoulders, making her look even smaller.
-Thumper looks over his shoulder. Here she is, trying to give a gun away, and here he is, with a big weapon of mass destruction bolted onto his back. This might get awkward. He drops his hands in his lap, and shrugs in response.
-Datatap has a few holstered at his legs. Defense. Gotta have some when someone comes after you .. especially when you've been distracted.
-Swivel looks at Shimmer and sighs. "You alright Shimmer?" She takes her hand away from her pistol.
-Shimmer nods. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Weapons make me nervous, and the fact that they make me nervous makes me even more nervous."
-Thumper ohs..."Well...I can be accomadating..." He reaches back, and after a second, the backpack falls to the road with a *+CLANG+*. He leans back foreward, smiling, but looking very suddenly tired.
-Datatap 's fingers twitch. He peers slightly at Shimmer, surprised she isn't twitching a little bit more with all that nervousness.
-Shimmer isn't the twitchy type, she's the cruch up into a small ball type.
-Swivel looks at Shimmer. "I can understand what you mean. I'm not fond of weapons, but it's a requirement for survival. It's sad isn't it? That's why I'm upset that the table is gone, it's better than slinging guns at everyone. Heck, I've played cards with concs peacefully, forgetting the immediate prejedice."
-Thumper leans foreward a bit, propping his elbows on his legs, drapping his hands into his lap again.
-Swivel looks over at Thumper. "Too bad the card table was missing, then I could teach you how to play Go Quint. It's rather fun!" she says, offering a smile to the big but new mech.
-"And where'd the table go?" Datatap wouldn't mind trying a round. It'd take all of his willpower not to hack into the table and the winnings and .. oO oh my oO .. but he could handle that. Yes. He could .. he thinks.
-Shimmer looks like she smiled briefly, but it could just be a case of nerves.
-Swivel looks at Datatap. "It went missing. I might try looking for it, but I'm not the greatest optimist when I know the odds are against my success."
-Thumper asks, "Well, is it really anything more than a table?"
-Swivel looks at Thumper. "Well.... the cards are more inportant than the table really...."
-Thumper nods, "Well...can't you just get new....cards?"
-Shimmer shrugs. "You could probably buy some in Dead End..."
-Datatap says, ".. Or a new table?"
-Swivel looks at them. "Sure, sure, buy a new table, but it won't have the same sentimental value! Alrihgt, maybe I'm a little obsessed with that particular card table...."
-Thumper ohs and nods, "I was going to recommend that I could probably make you a new table. Doesn't look that hard to do..." He reaches up and rubs his chin in thought.
-Shimmer sighs. "Isn't it a bit silly to get so attached to something when things are always getting destroyed around you? I shouldn't object, because I'm attached to a lot of things, but I'm just the femme who serves drinks at the Surge."
-Swivel looks at Shimmer and sighs. "I know, I know, but who would destroy a defensless, harmless card table?" she grins. "Ah, well, then again, I s'pose there is no problem with getting a new table... but I liked THAT table."
-Datatap says, "Make it a temporary one? Until the uber-infinite-astonishing table comes mysteriously back?"  Datatap muses .. perhaps the table will come back, with uber-infinite-astonishing information encoded with it to give the haxoring of Doom O_O
-Thumper just listens tiredly....and thinks Datatap has some issues with eternity..
-Datatap seem to be twitching a little, the excitement somewhat sorta more than getting to im. "So .. what about the table? New one?
-Swivel shrugs. "Oh well, I just hope whoever took it isn't vandalizing it," she sighs, staring off into space.
-Thumper nods, "Maybe they just needed a card table somewhere?"
-Shimmer makes a sound of agreement. "That's right. Or maybe it was in the way of something important and someone had to move it and didn't think to put it back."
-Swivel shrugs again frowning. "Maybe. Ah, I shouldn't gripe, as long as SOMEONE is playing cards, in a civil manner that is, and not blasting more heads off." she looks around. "I did like that table though. I wonder who took it..." looks over at Shimmer "Well, if someone had to move it out of the way, then they could have waited until I moved it. I was going to."
-Shimmer shrink back into herself. "If it was an emergency, they probably couldn't have waited. Was your name on the table?"
-Swivel looks at Shimmer. "Nope, wasn't technically mine, but it was something I cherished like something I owned. I don't own anything but this pistol, and I'm not a proud owner of it."
-Shimmer speaks meekly. "Then how would they know to return it to you if they needed to move it?"
-Thumper reaches back slowly, and works his backpack on. "Well, I hate to leave, but I'm supposed to be studying up on myself.." He looks revitalized, and stands to his feet, "It was nice to meet you two."
-Swivel looks at Shimmer. "Um.... you got me there. Oh well, I think it said somewhere it belonged to Aurora base, but that might be reason for someoen to NOT return it," she sighs.
-Shimmer nods and giggles slightly. "Why would anyone have to study themselves?"
-Datatap mms? at Thumper. "You're leaving?"
-Swivel blinks at Shimmer. "Wha...?"  Swivel looks at THumper. "Study?"
-Thumper smiles down to shimmer, "Would you want someone like me wandering around, not sure of my limits or what I'm capable of?"
-Shimmer smiles slightly and puts her head to the side. "No, I guess not. I just figured everyone just sort of...well...knew themselves."
-Datatap isn't going to go there, nopenope. "Good point," he nods. "It'd make being between you and Magnus a -lot- .. well, a -little- .. less intimidating."
-Thumper chuckles and shakes his head, "Not immediately, I don't think. I just don't want to set this thing off inside on accident.." He nods back to the gun on his back. He smiles to Datatap, and waves, "I'll catch up with you two later." He transforms and rolls on out before his player goes facefirst into the keyboard.
-Shimmer giggles nervously and watches the Autobot head off.
-Datatap wave-nods like he did to the formerly-unrecognised mechas. "See ya 'round, Thump."
-Swivel looks at Shimmer. "You always seem nervous," she remarks casually, still pouting about the card table ebing gone.
-Shimmer arches an optic ridge. "It's from working in the bars for so long I guess."
-Swivel looks at her and crosses her arms. "I've never really gone into a bar, been to afraid a fight may break out, whether it involves me or not."
-Datatap hasn't been in a bar because, "Never tried a bar yet."
-Shimmer shrugs. "Everyone's got to make a living some how. It's not so bad..."
-Datatap says, "Probably not. Oughta have a lot of terminals in there, too. I'd think .. ?"
-Shimmer ponders for a moment. "A few. Things that take credit readings and anything that makes the sound or lights. Nothing too high tech though."
-Datatap mmms. "Interesting. Sound. Lights." This is coming from a mech who's never -been- in one, though.
-Swivel sighs, looking at Shimmer. "I suppose bars aren't all bad, but I have the bad luck of getting myself into trouble. I don't cause any, it just gets directed at me."
-Psykeout strolls into the area once again, his optics flickering slightly in approval. Muttering underneath whatever kind of breathing that transformers do, he can be heard saying something about a card table of some sort. The ever-present ener-cig hangs out of his mouth, with the smoke curling around his aural circutry. Psyke's head is bowed down, more looking at the ground than anything. One could actually assume that he has no clue who's in the room with him right now, actually.
-Swivel sits on the ground and looks around. All she wanted was to play a game of cards. Now it's gone. Swivel looks around them notices Psykeout strolling towards the crossroads. Hm, is this the third time they have both been at the crossroads at the same time? How very peculiar....
-Shimmer glances nervously at Psykeout, then turns back to Swivel. "I know the feeling. Drunk mechs are alays grabbing me and throwing things around. It has nothing to do with me, I just happen to be handy."
-Psykeout takes a few more cautious steps, as he hears a few voices up ahead of him. His optics locking upon Swivel, they actually narrow for a fleeting moment. Taking a drag off of the ener-cig, he continues on his way towards the Autobot femme. Smiling softly, "Ahhh. Swivel. You still owe me something."
-Datatap finds himself fighting between opinions. "Bars -aren't- too grand, then?" .. and whichwhat? Who's that?
-Swivel looks at Shimmer and nods. "So, how do you handle that lifestyle? I mean, I am not fond of being around drunk mechs, they are usually hostile.... and I really hate violence," she says this, keeping her eye on Psykeout. She jumps when he says she owes him soemthing. "What now? I thought we talked it over?" she puts on a cute grin, sitting crosslegged on the ground.
-Shimmer doesn't answer Swivel's question, the appearance of Psykeout seems to quiet her down quite a bit. She makes herself rather compact, shrinking into herself in a way that is more psychological than purely physical.
-Psykeout shakes his head, "Talk is a useful tool for those that do not possess strength. You owe me something. Do I need to take it by force? Or will you willingly separate with it?" He pays no attention to anyone else in the room. Psyke has noted that they are currently in the area, though he could only recognize the sigil upon one of them. The other is a bit of a mystery to him, although he has a few ideas of who it could be. Snarling audibly, Psyke continues, "This isn't going to be settled over a game of 'Go Quint'. Understood? Your precious table is gone. It's time to pay up, kid."
-Datatap doesn't have any real reason -to- spampose; he's not entirely sure what's going in the exchange. Though the table being in fact 'gone' is .. rather unpleasant.
-Swivel looks up at Psykeout and frowns. "Psykeout, you were enjoying yourself, and you can't deny that," she replies firmly. She makes no move to stand up. "Besides, you had your chance last time, I even gave you my only gun." she raises an optic ridge. "And you gave it back." she finally stands up. "Still sore about the tunnel incident? " she puts her arms in the air. "Grudges don't go far, Psykeout, or maybe it's your pride of setting a target and not being civil enough, as you so claim yourself to be, to let it go! You yourself claim you do what terrible things you do in line of duty, I did what I had to do in line of duty. In that aspect, I guess we're the same. And I beleive you when you say you never lie, Psykeout." she maintains a calm shape to her faceplate.
-Shimmer slowly starts to edge away from the apparent conflict, her steps slow and light, as if the slightest wrong move might irritate someone just enough to make them a threat to her. Considering how lightly and poorly she is equiped, this might not be such a bad move on her part.
-Psykeout pulls out his Ion_rifle, cocking back the hammer. Snarling even louder now, "I repeat myself once again, Swivel. Do I need to take it by force? Or are you going to give it up willingly?" Raising the weapon to optic level, he keeps the end of the rifle locked upon the helmet of the Autobot femme. It seems as though his conversation with Moonlight earlier made him a bit more frustrated then usual, his emotions running stronger than ever.
-Datatap 's optical orbs start to dart back and forth. Wouldn't have been surprised by a fight, but didn't expect one..
-Swivel stares at Psykeout. "Put down the gun Psykeout, this is a pointless notion." she has a firm unyeilding tone in her voice. "Do you so strongly desire to make enemies of people who try to ignore this jaded slate you appear to have?" she takes a slow step closer. "And if I surrendered, would you be statisfied with such an easy claim?" she stares hard into his optics. "Things seemed fine last time we met, what has made you turn back like this? What have I done to erase my apologies and attempt to make ammends for my irrational behaviour?"
-Psykeout's optics flicker for a moment, as his gun stays where it is. "I'm sorry. Did I stutter? I'll repeat myself. Willing or forcefully? Answer the question. Or I shall simply shoot you in the head and be done with it."
-Datatap suspects 'turn back' isn't the appropriate phrase, when a guy walks in with an enercigar and a rifle.
-Shimmer continues to slink off, apparently not wanting to get involved in this conflict.
-Swivel stands firm. "Shoot me in the head? Kill me?" throws her arms up in the air again. "What difference would it make? I'd rather die than betray you again, Psykeout, I mean it. If you don't trust me, never trust me, by all means, shoot, well, if you can hit me. I have uncontrollable reflexes of moving out of danger's path. However, I've trusted you for a long time, Psykeout. Do you want to be the scum you claim all of us bots to be? Without honor? What's the honor in killing a femme who won't retalliate? What's the honor in tearing apart someone who doesn't mean you any harm? Or does it not count when shooting anyone with the Autobot sigil? That little etching changes a mech a lot doesn't it? If you have any honor, you will put down that gun, if you are at all civil, you won't tear off my arm, and if you are at all true, you will do just that. It's bad enough betraying the trust I put on you, but DO NOT betray yourself, Psykeout. Betray yourself, and I may have to lose all my respect for you, and I will have to fight. Whatever hapened to not ebing a mech of violence?"

Ruined Outpost

     Where once stood a pyramid, war-torn and marked with the age old emblems of factions still engaged in combat now stands a large crater. Deep and lined with the shattered and melted remnants of the outpost, it serves as a reminder the destruction and desolation that the ongoing war leaves behind. scarring the very planet itself with wounds too deep to cover. To the south the spires of Crystal City reach to the sky, a bastion of guarded neutrality. To the west, a deep gouge weaves across the surface, the trench continues its march westward, a definite border marking Decepticon territory. To the east several ground routes cross, a guarded point marking the beginning of Autobot territory.


Cargo Skimmer 
Autobot Border Outpost <AO>

Obvious Exits:
 -W- West leads to Deadlands
 -U- Up leads to Sky above Ruined Outpost
 -E- East leads to Crossroads


-You transmit 'What the pit are you doing?! *she sounds very annoyed, and a sound, like fingers tapping across a metal surface can be heard*' to Psykeout.
-Psykeout transmits: 'My job.'.
-You transmit '*sounds of scraping can be heard now* Yeah...right. And I'm a drunken mech. You're just making trouble, plain and simple. You want the Bots to drag you away...again?' to Psykeout.
-Psykeout transmits: 'I am doing my job. Why must you interfere?'.
-You transmit 'Because if some big gun shows up there probably won't be enough of you to put back together. We don't know how close their allies are. Besides...*and the next little bit is drowned out by a wet, slooshing noise* Anyhow, I think you're just being you and I don't think it has anything to do with being a good mech and doing your job...which I thought was being a medic in the first place.' to Psykeout.
-Psykeout transmits: 'Yes. Medic and Psychologist. Might want to keep that in that fragile little mind of yours, femme.'.
-You transmit '*It sounds like there's a lot of noise going on, but it also sounds like a few rude things might be shoved in there for good measure.* Yeah, whatever tough mech. You go ahead and have fun picking on young femmes that you used to play cards with. That really helps your image pal. *she sounds rather angry at this point in time*' to Psykeout.
-Psykeout transmits: 'You actually think I give a damn about image anymore? My image has been shattered, Moonlight. I am nothing but a joke now. Perhaps I am only entertaining myself with these things...'.
-You transmit '*the last of the various sounds die down* I'm just going to say this: it's not over till it's over, and nothing's carved in metal until then. If you want to waste your time being a complete head-case, then that is your problem. Can't say that I didn't at least try to give you a hand. And if they don't call for back up, and if you actually make it back in one piece, you might want to read over your dictionary again because I think you're missing half of the Cybertronian language in your vocabulary.' to Psykeout.
-Psykeout transmits: 'Half the language? How so, Moonlight? Inform me of this.'.
-You transmit 'Oh, delightful little words like: gratitude, friendship, optimism, self-control, which is actually two words, but I think you get the point.' to Psykeout.
-Psykeout transmits: 'Those words have never had meaning to me. For good reasons, Moonlight.'.
-You transmit '*Moonlight practically screams into her radio* You're so....obtuse!' to Psykeout.
-Psykeout transmits: 'Obtuse? That's a damned angle, you overtly over-happy femme.'.
-You transmit 'It also means you're blind and you can't see anything past your own small world of misery.' to Psykeout.
-Psykeout transmits: 'Your world is the ashtray. My world is the pack of ener-cigs.'.
-Psykeout transmits: ';'s radio clicks off...'.