June 14th, 2002
~Dirge(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: 

Objects: 
Drink Menu                Slash                     Jukebox                  


Obvious Exits:
 -O- Out leads to Crystal City - Commercial Sector
 -D- Spiral Staircase leads to Golden Blaster - Dance Floor

-Moonlight is sitting in the bar in one of the more comfortable booths, sipping a drink.
-Dirge walks into the bar. He needed a drink.
-Moonlight seems to be a little inconvienienced still by the wound she took, but she doesn't seem to be letting it get to her. She's keeping her optics open, but despite her alterness, she's obviously relaxing right now.
-Dirge sees a Decepticon comrade sitting at a booth. Who is that....that's right, Moonlight. On the battlefield earlier today.
-Moonlight notices Dirge shortly after he notices her. She gives a little wave that isn't exactly an invitation, but is still friendly in a way.
-Dirge notices the wave. He nods almost inperceptibly and walks over to Moonlight. His right leg is still slightly stiff. He sits down opposite her and gazes at her, face expressionless.
-Moonlight grins slightly. "You're carrying yourself like you've had that for years. Still giving you a little trouble?"
-Dirge nods. "Curses to that Autobot scum! Next time I see him on the battlefield, he will die."
-Moonlight shrugs. "That depends on the odds. If there are ten of them and one of you, I think you might be the one in trouble. Though I certainly appreciate you wanting to get rid of the yappy fellow."
-Dirge orders an Omegarita. His eyes narrow slightly. "And you were wounded?"
-Moonlight nods. "That Ultra Magnus took a shot at me. I was fortunate enough to only get hit once. I'm not much of a fighter, but all the bar room brawls I've been in have trained up my ability to dodge things."
-Dirge smirks. "Brawls." He pauses as if to say something, then decides not to. "I wonder what will happen next."
-Moonlight blinks from under her hat. "Next?"
-Dirge finally notices Moonlight's hat, and wonders why on Cybertron would someone wear one. "Next, yes. Enfilade is with us again. Maybe those scum would like to take another one of us out."
-Moonlight leans back a bit. "Seems to me that we've just been trading hostages off and on. We've had a few of them, they've had one of ours. Might keep going along those lines. But I don't pretend to know how the 'Bots think."
-Dirge pauses. "We can only be safe when all opposition has been annhiliated."
-Moonlight nods her head. "Most likely."
-Dirge watches Moonlight carefully as his Omegarita arrives. He takes a sip of his drink. "One Autobot-held territory is one too many." He places his drink down and regards Moonlight with cold eyes. "Where is Shockwave?"
-Moonlight shrugs. "I don't know where he is. I haven't seen him in a long while, but that isn't unusual. I'm usually not important enough to deal with him." She doesn't seem bothered by this fact.
-Dirge notices Moonlight's attitude. "You do not seemed bothered."
-Moonlight nods. "I figure, the more important someone is, the more they get caught up in red tape and all sorts of responsibilities get heaped up on them. I don't want that. I like to just do my job with minimal amounts of interference."
-Dirge takes another sip of his Omegarita. "The Decepticon ranks are looking wonderful. Megatron has vanished, Starscream has vanished. Enfilade had been captured. And we were commanded today by...some...tentacled creature."
-Moonlight smiles slightly, as though that label amuses her. "I don't think Whiplash would like to be called that, so I suggest you don't say it to her face. She doesn't really like to lead, but with things they way they were, there wasn't much choice."
-Dirge 's eyes turned to ice at the mention of Whiplash's name.
-Moonlight leans back forward again. "You have a problem with Whiplash?"
-Dirge allows a mocking smile to break open his face. He notices Moonlight's eagerness at knowing. He simply sips at his Omegaritaagain, placing the glass down with careful deliberation.
-Moonlight grins and leans back again, as though relaxing again. "You're one of those mind-game types, aren't you?"
-Dirge says, "Your interest?"
-Dirge chuckles, a mournful, hollow sound. "I could crush you with my bare hand."
-Moonlight's grin doesn't go down. "A violent mind game guy. Didn't think they came in the strong-arm variety. You've got no reason to crush me. If I recall correctly, the Decepticons don't like infighting very much...especially when there's no reason for it."
-Dirge stares at Moonlight, his face a cold mask. "Did I mention mind-games? There is no need for mind-games."
-Moonlight shrugs. "I look at it this way: people who don't answer straight have a reason for it. Most people just answer questions instead of giving them back unless there's something they want. I know this because it's all about trade."
-Dirge optics flickered slightly. "Trade."
-Moonlight nods her head. "People hold out when they want something in return. I asked you a question, and you didn't answer. There must be a reason for it...."
-Dirge finishes his Omegarita, and orders another one. He settles in his seat. "You only asked. I was never under any obligation to answer." His optics, for a moment, showed dark amusement.
-Moonlight waves a hand, palm up as if conceding the point. "True. But the conversation started friendly enough. Your abrupt change made things less so."
-Dirge gently caresses one of his laser guns attached to his arm. "You are quite straightforward."
-Moonlight smiles slightly. "That's true. When I'm on the job I can be sly and subtle, but when I'm not working I choose not to be. Someone who keeps all their secrets in the open doesn't have much to hide, and that makes blackmail difficult."
-Dirge nods slightly. "Makes it all the more fun."
-Moonlight makes a tsk tsk sound. "Now it's comments like that make you sound like the mind-game type."
-Dirge pauses as his second Omegarita arrives. He takes a calm sip and smirks again. Maybe today wasn't completely unsalvagable after all.
-Dirge places the glass down. "Comments?" He made a harsh sound.
-Moonlight orders another drink. "Not really. So, do you have a problem with Whiplash?"
-Dirge could see Moonlight had basically placed a mental fortress around herself. He shifts slightly in his seat. "And I should answer you, why?" Again, that brief flicker of dark amusement in his optics.
-Moonlight grins. "Because I want to know, and for that reason only."
-Dirge's optics narrowed. "For that reason only?" He made a negative noise.
-Moonlight makes a full shrug with arms spread out. "Sure, why not? I work with her every so often and think of her as a friend, or the closest thing I have to a friend, and am naturally curious."
-Dirge sips at his second Omegarita. "Friends?" He laughed-a short, harsh and unpleasant sound. He splat out the word as though it was an insult.
-Moonlight folds her arms across her chest. "You're not a very pleasant fellow, are you?"
-Dirge smiles. "I am a warrior. Pleasant warriors are found in tombs."
-You say, "Then I am glad I'm not a warrior."
-Dirge swirls the liquid in the glass. "A Decepticon, nonetheless."
-Moonlight frowns slightly. "I don't remember anywhere there being a rule that Decepticons have to be completely unpleasant."
-Dirge holds the glass up and watches the light play on the liquid. While still looking at the glass he replied, "Of course not. There are always /pleasant/ Decepticons who exist."
-Moonlight just shakes her head. "I think you need a few more drinks; maybe you'll lighten up a bit."
-Dirge holds the glass a little forward, as if toasting his comrade. He sips again. "After a few drinks there will be nothing left of you BUT light."
-Moonlight tilts her head back so her optics can be seen, glinting with their brilliant green. "Oh, and why's that?"
-Dirge simply smiles and calmly stares into her optics. They were green. Unusual, he thought to himself.
-Moonlight sips away at her drink, waiting for some semblance of a response.
-Dirge notices the silence. After a few moments he raises his glass again. "A toast-to silence." He tries to smile sweetly, then sips again.
-Moonlight raises her glass with a slightly resigned look.
-Dirge places his glass down. His head is feeling slightly light. He orders another Omegarita.
-Moonlight finishes her drink, but doesn't order another one...not yet.
-Dirge gazes into Moonlight's green optics. "How does it feel, to be on the battlefield and knowing your doom is around the corner?"
-Moonlight shrugs her shoulders. "I don't like it. I'm not much of a fighter. That's why I'm in Intel and not Combat Ops."
-Dirge nods. "I noticed." He paused. "Intel. Heh."
-Moonlight smiles again. "I'm sure your mocking me, but that doesn't bother me. But I had better be going soon; this wound is making me a bit more uncomfortable than I like."
-Dirge says, "Leaving so soon? What a shame. I was thinking we were coming to an understanding."
-Moonlight stands up, takes a few steps, then turns back. "We've got plenty of time. I'm not going anywhere for a while...I just got back." And with that she heads out of the bar.