June 11th, 2002 ~Slipstream(D), Psykeout(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: Slipstream Objects: Drink Menu Slash Jukebox Obvious Exits: -O- Out leads to Crystal City - Commercial Sector -D- Spiral Staircase leads to Golden Blaster - Dance Floor -Psykeout walks into the bar, behind Moonlight. Scanning the bar, he makes his way towards his usual table. -Slipstream is sitting at a table far away from the rest of the patrons. Her optics are blazed with anger, fristration and too much energon. Her foot is propped up on a spare chair. -Moonlight walks into the bar and snags herself a comfy seat. -Psykeout slides into his table, motioning to the closest mech-ress. Ordering his drink, he scans the bar in search of anybody he might happen to know...His optics widen as he notices Slipstream. Ahh...The one from the cycle's evening before. Interesting. -Slipstream does not seem to notice Psykeout but nods to Moonlight. The look she gives the other Con is almost friendly. A patron stops to whisper in her audial before quickly moving off and out of the bar. -Moonlight nods to the other femme, although she doesn't recall meeting this one before. She waits patiently for a waitress to notice her; she's in no hurry today. -Slipstream smiles and looks at the other femme. The bar does not see too many of them these days. She motions for the girl to join her at the table. Less of a command but more imperious than a suggestion. She takes a sip from her drink, makes a face and looks to spit the contents from her mouth. -Moonlight easily slides herself out of her comfy seat and crosses the bar to sit with the other 'Con femme. "Hello," she greets. -Slipstream nods to her and gestures for her to sit down in an empty chair. "Hello yourself. I don't recall you very much but I have been...gone for some time." -Moonlight shrugs slightly. "I guess gone is something a lot of people do. I've only been back for about a month. I was on Monacus on personal business before that." -Psykeout watches these two femmes, in total silence. He sips his drink softly, as he ponders walking over to the table. Lighting an ener-cig, Psyke's optics flicker slightly. -Slipstream nods her head. She had swallowed the tortuous drink before speaking but keeps her glass far away from her now. "I have been to Monacus before once or twice. It was an interesting trip to say the least." She pulls out a cig and lights it up. The nearby window takes the smoke out of the room. "Seems the Autobot terrorists have gotten bolder these days." -Moonlight makes herself comfortable, and has the grace to frown. "Yes. Nasty business with Enfilade, isn't it?" -Slipstream nods her head. "Well I guess it would depend...she seemed quite taken with one of the Bots if you ask me." She shrugs her shoulders. "I think that big red male Bot has taken the reigns from Elita One personally." -Psykeout stands up, sighing softly. He saunters over to the table, standing behind Moonlight with a faint whisper of a smile upon his face. "Ahh...Slipstream. Would you mind if I joined the two of you for some conversation?" -Slipstream flinches as the mech speaks. She had not noticed him approaching the table. With a hard swallow she nods her head curtly hoping a repeat of last night would not ensue. In the middle of the GB, Slash sighs and keeps a wary optic on the trio. -Moonlight just shrugs. "I don't know. Didn't pay too much attention to who she chose to hang with. I've heard the rumours though." She turns to Psykeout as he approaches. "Well, I don't have a problem...just so long as you don't wave any dismembered arms around." -Psykeout looks to Moonlight first, smiling softly. "I do not plan on waving anything of that sort around. I...think I have had enough experiences inside of this bar." He turns to Slipstream, nodding once. He slides into a seat between the two, on the side of the table. -Slipstream leans forward to Moonlight. "Aye I have heard rumors too." She sounds disgusted at the thought but not surprised. "What did you hear about her anyways?" She directs this question to moonlight. -Moonlight leans back with her hands behind her head. "Oh, just the usual. That she was sweet on a 'Bot and such. Didn't really apply to my job, so I paid only the smallest ammount of attention. Of course, I don't really care what her preferences are, but she got caught unawares, which is dangerous." -Slipstream harumphs. "I heard she was not caught unawares but was..."active" in her own capture. Maybe she was more than sweet on the Bot. Maybe...just maybe...she has been playing us all for fools." She turns her head to Psykeout. "What say you about this?" -Psykeout laces his fingers on the table, sighing softly. "I think Stormrunner was said Autobot." -Moonlight shakes her head. "It would be rather stupid of her to be changing sides...especially like this." -Slipstream blinks. "How do you think that? His background checked out okay." With a wave of her hand, she dismisses the notion almost immediately. when Moonlight speaks, she turns her attention to the femme. "Well she used to be a nuetral then turned Con. What else can one expect?" -Moonlight tilts her head back slighty, so the green of her optics can be seen. "I wasn't always a 'Con, and you don't see me madly rushing into the arms of the Bots. I just meant that if this is her method of switching sides, it's the dummest one I've heard of." -Psykeout raises an optic ridge towards Slipstream, "Ahh...Not trusting me? Very well Slipstream. I shall leave my opinions out of everything. I did some research on him and things simply did not seem to add up. However...If you do not even trust me enough to listen to what I have to say. Then I shall excuse myself." He looks to Moonlight, "I apologize for leaving on such short notice. I...have other things to attend to." -Moonlight shrugs. "If you have things to do, then you have things to do." -Slipstream bahs. "Say your piece you stubborn Mech." -Psykeout nods once towards Moonlight, while shooting an evil glare towards Slipstream. "Why? What will it accomplish?" He stands up, leaning over to Slipstream. Psyke's optics dim slightly, changing to a forest green. "Nothing. It's not as if you would believe me anyways." -Moonlight just watches the two 'Cons from beneath the brim of her hat. -Slipstream snarls at him. "Get a backbone! If you have something to say then say it and not worry if I will believe you. Our past has nothing to do with the protection of this Empire." She stops suddenly realizing her voice had raised and she had stood up. There is a long pause in the bar. Slash looks at them but she waves him off. retaking her seat she waits for him to say something...anything at all. -Psykeout simply shakes his head, turning on his heel. "Our past has to do with my protection, Slipstream." -Moonlight gives a low chuckle as though somewhat amused at the melodrama unfolding before her. -Slipstream smirks. "You have nothing to fear from Me doctor. What is your proof against Stormrunner?" She sidles a glance to Moonlight that is neither apologizing nor amused, just curious to see how the femme will takes these upheavals. -Psykeout turns around, shooting her a look of hurt. Pointing to her accusingly, "That is what I am talking about, when I speak of our past Slipstream. It has gone from Psyke...to doctor. *sigh* What the hell am I supposed to do?" He keeps his left pointer finger pointed at Slipstream, as his gaze slowly moves to Moonlight. "I apologize for bringing you into this..." -Moonlight waves a hand dismissively. "You should know by now I'm not bothered. I never expect apologies...unless someone tries to go back on a deal. I hate that." -Slipstream is leaning back in her chair with a new drink. "I will listen to what you have to say...Psykeout." Her tone is even and very controlled. -Psykeout nods once towards Moonlight, "Affirmitive." He turns back to Slipstream, as his optics narrow to the width of a dime. Psykeout lowers his hand slowly, watching her with intent interest. "You.... You might listen...but dismiss it as me being the local psychotic psychologist. That Decepticon that USED to be a neutral, then gets an invite into the Decepticon Empire. Yeah. I've always been everybody's punching bag. I've always been the one that gets slagged on. I fall..." He drifts off as he remembers where he is, "I have feelings for a femme...and then I find out that she cannot deal with it. I am constantly rejected. I am a nothing. Yet, you want to hear what I have to say? Frag, Slipstream...I thought you would have more tact than that." With that, he turns on his heels. -Moonlight opens her optics wide. "Wow...deep," is all she has to say. Then she just shakes her head, as though this shouldn't have any impact on her...or at least the impact it already is having on her. -Slipstream bursts out laughing at him. "So you don't have anything to share after all." She seems in a very evil mood. "Well I guess you would have to blame someone else pSykeout. Who was suppossed to secure the prisoner? Oh wait...that was *you*." She says this loud enough for everyone to hear. "Some Decepticon you made..." -Psykeout pauses for a moment, as he cannot resist the temptation to respond to this. He turns around, his optics a flaming red. "I secured the prisoner, as I was ordered to. It is not my fault, that there was a certain Decepticon that required repairs. It seems as though my loyalty towards the Decepticon Empire was a bit more than yours, because I don't even remember you fraggin' being there in any of the reports. So...exactly where WERE you Slipstream? Off with another one of your mysterious outings? Doing nothing to make sure that the prisoner was guarded. Now that I think about it, I don't even remember you BEING out there. You need to get your priorities straight, Slipstream. I had my reasons why I couldn't be there that fateful night, as I had said. Repairing a Decepticon seemed more important. When I finally got the message that something was going on, it was too late." He slams his fist into the table, "May Primus have mercy upon your decrepit soul..." -Moonlight wrigles her fingers. "That was partly my fault...possibly." -Psykeout shoots a glance towards Moonlight...If looks could kill. -Slipstream stands up and looks at him cooly. "I am an Intel Officer and answerable only to Lord Shockwave and my Division Commander. Not to some lowly Neutral bastard who is thinking with his cockpit. My work is important to the Empire. You on the other hand are a grunt and no better than a drone." She smiles evilly. This is a much different Slipstream standing before him. One who truly is at home in her Hideaway. "How could you think that you were anything more than another one of my games?" A short bark of laughter ceases all conversation in the bar. "You are nothing to me. NOTHING." She gives a very satisified smile to all who are listening. "What can I say? I was...bored." -Moonlight stands up. "Cool it people. You're just spending all your lovely energy making a scene. Now how does that stand for morale, I'm asking you?" -Psykeout's optics widen to a size never before imagined. Silence ensues, as he simply stares at Slipstream. "How...do...I...know? Because. Unless you are admitting you are a liar, you had told me that I was not simply a game." He winces slightly, as his thought process returns to normal. He grabs his crotch-plate, lifting in an upward motion. "*THIS* has nothing to do with my thought-process, Slipstream. I'd hate to break it to you." -Slipstream chuckles loudly. "What exactly do you think you are trying to grab there little soldier? Did you really expect me to fess up to some loser Neutral? Please it was just a way to pacify Lord Shockwave and get into active duty." She waves him off and takes her seat again. "Now either you have something to say or you can continue your tender ministrations on yourself." -Moonlight shakes her head. "This is why I liked my smuggler's ring better. Less petty fights. I thought we were all on the same side here." Moonlight raises her voice slightly in hopes that she doesn't go completely unheaded. -Psykeout snarls softly towards Slipstream, "How about you simply get over this ego-trip your on. You worthless piece of slag. You are nothing. You..." He drifts off, turning on his heels. Rubbing his Decepticon sigil softly, he moves away from the table. -Slipstream grins at him. "I am what I need to be Doctor. Never forget that..." She turns her attention back to Moonlight. "You mentioned something about the prisoner? Guarding him?" She hedges a bit in her speech. -Moonlight nods her head. "We are talking about that kidibot right?" -Psykeout mutters to himself, as the end can be heard, ".....tch." -Slipstream nods to Moonlight and gives a cheeky smile to Psykeout. "I hear you...dear." Dear comes out with a soft mocking sneer. "Yes that annoying kidlet. I find it hard to believe that he escaped still." -Moonlight shrugs. "I was told to guard him at one point...someone was supposed to come replace my shift, and whoever they were didn't make it I guess. Shouldn't have left so soon." -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, as he returns the smile. "I am quite glad...honey." With that, he slids into a table not too terribly far from Slipstream and Moonlight. -Slipstream frowns. "That seems unlikely that no one would show. especially after Lord Shockwave's pronouncements on the matter." She takes a datapadd and looks to see who was on the shift. Moments later, she snorts and tosses the item to the ground. "Stupid hackers. Looks like the someone was a false alias." -Psykeout smiles softly, listening to the conversation. Muttering softly to himself, "Ahh...So I am not the one totally to blame..." He takes a sip of his drink. -Moonlight makes a pft noise. "And their shift had to be on my aft. What luck!" She pulls a credit piece out of a 'pocket'. It has a hole drilled through it and is strung on a thin piece of wire. "I guess this wasn't such a lucky charm after all." -Slipstream looks at the item. "Charm?" An inquiring look is sent Moonlight's way. "What is the story behind that piece?" She does not seem peturbed by charms, curses or crotch holds any more than a Bot rescuing his compatriot right out from under Shockwave. -Moonlight shrugs. "Just a bit of credit I found lying on the ground. Thought it might be lucky. I found it, which meant I was luckier than whoever lost it. But things have been going downhill since I found it. But I'm too much into money to toss it." -Slipstream sips the drink. "Credits can be hard to come by depending on where you live." she gestures around the bar. "Some would kill you for it." A waitress comes by and refills Slipstream's drink. "Would you like ot order something? It can be my treat." -Moonlight considers. "Well, I was going to get a drink before the friendliness factor in the room began to drop. Just an enerwine, plain and simple please." -Psykeout motions to the waitress, holding up three fingers. He then points to himself, before he points to the two femmes a few feet away from him. -Slipstream finsihes her drink and sighs as her radio beeps. After listening to it, she rises and frowns. "I have been called away for duty." She is reluctant in her stead and shoots Psykeout a glance ripe with emotion. "I will see you later." It is uncertain who she address that last part to in the room. -Psykeout nods once. Simple, yet powerful. Does he know the truth? Or is he simply grasping at something that cannot be? The world may never know. -Moonlight nods and watches the other femme leave. She shakes her head and mentally notes not to bother that one too much. -Slipstream sighs and leaves the bar.