June 14, 2002 ~Psykeout(D), Solar(D), Ghost(D) The Wild Surge - Bar Dimly lit and noisy, Dead End's only bar is never lacking in patrons. While the energon isn't of the best quality, many of the chemical additives are unique to the place, and so highly prized by those who can afford them, even outside of the city. For those less affluent, the wall behind the bar still offers old, contaminated energon and various forms of crude-grade fuel as well as the more acceptable low and high grade energon, plus some interesting compounds that are better left to the imagination. Psykeout [Robot] [D] Obvious Exits: -O- Out leads to Dead End - North Strip -Psykeout walks into the Wild Surge, his optics scanning the entire area. It has been quite some time since he has been in here, though most remember him quite well. Getting a few waves hello, Psyke makes his way towards the bar. Ordering his usual drink, he sits upon a stool facing the bar-room. -Moonlight is dancing on top of the bar, off to the side so that she isn't interfering with the bartender's job. -Psykeout turns his attention to Moonlight, raising an optic ridge. "Wha...?" He moves through the crowd, making his way to the front where Moonlight dances the night away. Smiling softly, he watches her in total silence. -Moonlight seems to be really into her little dance groove. She obviously isn't a professional, but she isn't half bad either. A few of the patrons are leering at her in that mech-like way that drunk fellows do, and a few are clapping in time to the music. Moonlight herself seems to be enjoying herself. -Psykeout's smile broadens to a full fledged grin, "A bit drunk, are we Moonlight?" -Moonlight waits for the song to finish and takes a bow. She jumps off the bar right in front of Psykeout. "Now why would you say that?" Her speech is perfectly normal. -Psykeout smiles softly, "Most do not dance upon the bartop of the Wild Surge." He motions to the Bartender, "Would you like something to drink? Your dancing was amazing and I would like to reward your with your impressive movements." -Moonlight shakes her head. "No, not yet. Just wanted to get some stuff out of my system." -Psykeout smiles softly, "Very well. How have you been since our last meeting? I...I keep meaning to speak with you, but it seems that personal affairs keep inserting themselves." -Moonlight still has a little mark left over from where she got blasted the other day, but it doesn't seem to be causing me any trouble. "I've decided that I've got a bit of a hero hiding in me...and I intend to rehide her." -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, looking her directly in the optics. All emotion has retreaded from his face, "You have WHAT hiding in you? Your..." He drifts off, attempting to comprehend the exact concept of what she is saying. -Moonlight grins. "A hero. You know, the type that draws fire so her commrades can get away. Scary, isn't it?" -Psykeout furrows his optic ridges, looking around the bar. "Yes, Moonlight. I understand the terms...but I simply cannot comprehend how you can be known as a hero. Unless...it has something to do with the rescue of Enfilade?" -Moonlight sits herself down at the bar. "Yeah. I was there for that mission." -Psykeout nods slowly, "Please...tell me what happened. I had a few things occuring during that time, keeping me away from arriving at the specified area." -Moonlight shrugs. "It was quite simple really. The contact we had snuck Enfilade out in a box...then the 'Bots showed up. We took enough shots at them, and recieved a few in return," she pauses to rub the burnt up looking spot on her side, "until we were certain she had made it to safety. Then we retreated." -Psykeout motions to the burn mark on the femme's shoulder, "You keep touching that...What happened there?" -Moonlight grimaces. "Ultra Magnus is what happened to it." -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Ultra Magnus?? You took a blast from Ultra Magnus and lived?" -Moonlight nods. "He showed up near the end...just as we were getting our afts out of there." -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Interesting. Is that when you considered yourself the hero? Did you protect one of the fellow Decepticons, taking the shot instead of them?" He lights an ener-cig, watching her intently. -Moonlight shrugs. "It's relative. I didn't even think I would do that much." -Psykeout's optics flicker for a moment, "Ahh, but it is often the one that thinks they are going to do the least, that often does the most. I'm sure what you DID accomplish, meant a lot to all of those involved." -Moonlight shrugs. "I suppose so, though some people were less than grateful despite that." -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Whom might you be speaking of, if you don't mind me asking?" -You say, "Some fellow named Dirge." -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Dirge? Does...Has...anyone seen him before?" -Moonlight blinks. "What do you mean?" -Psykeout ponders his thoughts for a moment, considering the last time something like this was brought up. "All I'm trying to point out, is that he might be another Autobot sneaking into the ranks. I didn't trust Stormrunner...and now I wonder about Dirge." He takes a deep sip off of his drink. -Moonlight waves a hand dismissively. "That's not really my concern. I wouldn't know if he was a real one. But apparently he has some trouble with Whiplash. He seems to like mind-games, like you do." -Psykeout's optics light up, as his optic ridges raise as well. "A Con with an interest in mind games. Perhaps I should seek him out." He leans on the bar, his fingers lacing together. "Excellent. I...look forward to meeting this mysterious mech." -Moonlight shakes her head with a frown. "He's not very pleasant. He told me he could crush me with his bare hands. That doesn't sound friendly to me." -Psykeout smiles softly, "Sounds exactly like my type of mech. I look forward to experiencing his presence. Perhaps we can compare collections of...erm...trophys." He lights an ener-cig, allowing the smoke to wrap around his optics. -Moonlight shakes her head. "I don't know why I bother." -Psykeout's optics flicker for a moment, as he motions for another drink. "Bother with what, Moonlight?" -You say, "Mechs like you. So interested in collecting bits and pieces of people and messing with their heads." -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, smiling softly. "Messing isn't exactly the correct word, Moonlight. I prefer to explore the inner workings of a mech's head, to completely understand all thought processes. As for collections. There is a bit of a game, occuring between myself and Slip..." He drifts off, as the beginning of the name flows out of his mouth like water. -Moonlight presses her mouth in a line. "I think I'll be wanting that drink now if you're still offering." -Psykeout nods once, motioning to the bartender. "Order what you like." -Moonlight smiles. "Just an enerwine. Not too fancy, not too lowly." -Psykeout nods, "Now. There was something in my commentary that required you to necessitate a drink. What was it, if you don't mind me asking?" -Moonlight sips away at her drink before answering. "You're just a bit disturbing, that's all." -Psykeout takes a deep sigh, as he takes a sip of his own. "Please...explain further." -Moonlight waves her drink in her hand as she speaks. "Let's just say that the only thing I don't deal in is pain, and you seem rather interested in it. Cold hard credits and illegal goods is my trade. Pain was never on the list and I see it as an inconvienience." -Psykeout smiles softly, "Pain is simply weakness leaving the body, Moonlight. Have you not learned that within your time?" He sighs, looking around the bar, "Look at these people. They care not for pain. They only care for credits." Psyke turns his attention back to Moonlight, smiling softly, "Credits mean nothing. They are simply something that is offered for the trade of goods. Without credits...I feel as though the planet would run on a much smoother tone." -Moonlight shakes her head. "No way. Credits are a way to keep score." -Psykeout motions to the bar, "Credits are an opportunity to gain a service, that cannot be gained any other way." He removes Silentlight and Hyperdrive's arms from subspace, placing them upon the bar, "These. These are the ways to keep score." -Moonlight looks at the arms. "Ah. Those again. We play a different game then." -Psykeout nods once, smiling. He returns the arms to subspace, as he finishes his drink. Ordering another, he turns to Moonlight, "Our games may differ, but the object is the same. We both play to win...Though I think that we both have different rules." -Moonlight nods her head, seemingly pleased with this assessment. "So it seems." -Psykeout smiles softly, "You play around in the matters of legality, while I play in the matters of the mind and soul. Am I correct?" He finishes his ener-cig, as he puts it out in the ashtry resting next to his elbow. -Moonlight wrigles her hand back and forth. "Something like that. I put myself against myself. You put your mind against the minds of others. My game is a little more selfish." -Psykeout nods once, "My mind has yet to be matched, with the mind of another. With the exception of one. Besides that one special case, I have been able to delve within the deepest boundries of the neural workings, with satisfactory results." -Moonlight shrugs. "Like I said, your game is different than mine. I don't stand a very good chance in your game, so I think I'll stay out of it." -Psykeout smiles softly, "Excellent choice, Moonlight. I commend your observations, as there are very few that would be able to make such a notable assumption." Finishing his drink, he motions to hers, "You have barely touched your ener-wine, Moonlight. Do you not enjoy it?" -Moonlight chuckles. "Oh, I do. But I like to talk to, and I've found it hard to do both at the same time." -Psykeout nods once, concentrating on his own empty glass. He considers ordering another, as he listens to Moonlight speak her piece. Turning to her once she is finished, he flashes a smile. "So. You enjoy the conversation. Tell me...What would you like to talk about?" With that, he motions to the bartender for another drink. -Moonlight shrugs. "Nothing in particular. I just like talking." -Psykeout nods to the bartender, as he returns with his drink. He turns his attention back to Moonlight, with a smile upon his face, "As I have noticed." -Moonlight grins. "That a bad thing?" -Psykeout snickers, "Interesting response, Moonlight. No...It is not a bad thing, especially in my profession. You see, mechs such as myself, rely on those that enjoy to speak. We thrive on the thrill of conversation, feeding the egos of those that we come across. The Psychologist's life...is a lonely life. Unless you find one that plays the mind-game of chess, as well as yourself." Psyke finishes his ener-cig and quickly lights another. -Moonlight takes off her hat and puts it on the table, which reveals her raises optic ridges. "I thought I said I wasn't playing your game...nor do I need my ego feed. I like myself well enough on my own." She doesn't sound annoyed or enraged. -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Why do you think, that I was speaking of you? My point was simply this : It is very rare, to encounter a being that plays the mental games as well as the person initiating them. You play a completely different sport, then I do. You...are a completely different being then I am, Moonlight." He smiles softly, taking a sip off of his ener-cig. -Moonlight shrugs. "Just the way you were speaking I guess. People aren't always completely clear with their meanings. If they were, there might not have been a war." -Psykeout looks around the room, as he considers this point of view. "Do you regret the war in any way? Do you not feel that it should be taking place?" -Moonlight nods. "I'm not a big fan of war. Never have been, and I doubt I ever will be." -Psykeout scritches his chin, as he takes a deep drag off of his ener-cig, "So, why have you aligned yourself with the Decepticon Empire? If you are not a fan of the war, why not take yourself to neutral ground? Why not simply trade between the two opposing sides?" -Moonlight looks at Psykeout oddly. "Thought I told you this story already." -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Why not tell it again?" -Moonlight shrugs as if to say she doesn't mind. "I was created on Monacus. I don't remember my creator; my earliest memory is being alone and trying to survive on the streets of Monacus. A mech named Swipe found me. He was a smuggler, and so he trained me to be a smuggler to and help him and his band. I was pretty good at it, and soon I was an equal member. But he got cocky and stopped being as cautious. A rival band caught up with us and attacked us in a bar. He told me to escape and come here." -Psykeout nods, as she speaks her story. "Very interesting, Moonlight. Though, that does not explain why you have aligned yourself with the Decepticons. You are simply avoiding my original question, creating alternate excuses for such an interesting conversation. Please..." -Moonlight shakes her head as she sips from her drink. "I'm getting there. We had been too well known on most planets for me to go there safely. Swipe had a Decepticon contact here, someone he wrote to occassionaly. Since we didn't do business here, this was the only place I could go with some degree of anominity. He told me to reach that contact, but when I did, she told me she could only help if I joined sides with her. So I did." -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Who might this contact have been?" -Moonlight finishes her drink, a bit thirsty after that long bit of conversation. "Her name was Blacksite." -Psykeout points to her drink, "Before we continue, would you like another?" -Moonlight shrugs. "Sure, why not." -Psykeout nods, motioning to the bartender. A few short moments later, the mech returns with two glasses. One for Moonlight, as well as one for Psykeout. "Now. To continue our conversation. Blacksite? That name does not register within my memory banks...did she happen to go by an alias? Or...did that happen to be it?" He smiles softly, as if the thought amuses him slightly. -Moonlight shrugs. "She's a medic I think. I don't see her very much. I've been too busy, or else she has." -Psykeout nods once, "Interesting. A fellow Decepticon Medic, that I have never seen. Perhaps she is one of the few that has simply slipped through my extensive searching of the Decepticon files. Perhaps that is something that I shall study within the future." He sighs softly, "The study of the psyche of the Decepticons, has quickly become tedious and boring..." -Moonlight sips away at her next drink. "Yeah, whatever. She wasn't a very high ranking femme at all. That's why she couldn't help me on her own." -Psykeout sighs softly, "I shall learn all I can of her...If you like, I shall create a full report for you. I would understand if you would not like to know what happened to her, though...If I do happen to find her, if you would wish for me to send you a report..." He drifts off for a moment, as he lights another ener-cig. Taking a sip off of his drink, Psyke looks towards the wall. Is he becoming nice? What is going on here? Perhaps he simply wants to help Moonlight, in the way he never was...He never had any help... -Moonlight shakes her head. "Don't worry about it. I'm doing okay as I am." -Psykeout nods once, taking a sip off of his drink. "I understand, Moonlight. But, with your permission...I would like to study all I can of this...*pause*...Blacksite." -Moonlight shrugs. "If you think it's amusing, go ahead." -Psykeout nods, smiling faintly, "I...appreciate that. Considering my...erm...interesting problems right now, I think that something such as studying the history of one that I do not know, shall make me feel better." He takes another drag off of his drink. -Moonlight leans forward to put her elbows on the table. "Something wrong?" -Psykeout sighs softly, "It's just..." he pauses for a moment, looking around the bar. His voice drops down to a whisper, "It's just that Slipstream is...confusing me." -Moonlight nods her head. "That femme from before? She was rather unpleasant." -Psykeout sighs softly, "She...has her moments. What she said during that night, had pained me more than any could imagine. Slipstream...had sent my logic sensors into a plethora of problems. Though...She had told me that there were no more games." He sighs softly, "Perhaps..." Drifting off, Psyke looks into his drink in total silence. -Moonlight keeps leaning on her elbow. "That's the danger of your game then?" -Psykeout sighs softly, "The danger, was trusting a fellow Decepticon." He says this so simply and matter-of-factly, one would wonder if he trusts anyone. -Moonlight shrugs. "Trusting too much you mean." -Psykeout shakes his head repeatedly, "No. Trusting in general. All the ones that I have ever trusted, have turned on me at one point or another." He sighs deeply, as his attention turns to the ener-cig burning between his fingers. -Moonlight frowns slightly as she disagrees. "No, trusting too much. If you didn't trust your faction at all, you couldn't function. You'd always be protecting yourself from everyone to the point that you would be too busy to do anything else." -Psykeout heaves a deep sigh, as he takes a drag off of the ener-cig, "Moonlight. I have done nothing, but watch my back at every turn. It seems that no matter where I go, or what I do...I have angered someone within the Decepticon Empire. I owe a debt to Commander Shockwave, a huge debt at that, but to what cost? Must I find myself slagged upon constantly, simply because of the pain that I have endured through the past couple of millinea?" Bowing his head, he stares into his drink... -Moonlight shakes her head. "Sure, I've complained about you plenty, but have I ever /done/ anything to you? I think not." -Psykeout shrugs, "I...I think that you are one of a lost breed, Moonlight. You are one of the few that I actually hold respect for. The fact that my actions happen to anger people, is of no matter to me. The fact that I cannot gain any respect, nor any help within the Decepticon Empire, is depressing. It seems that though no matter how much I help...I get no assistance in return." Looking down to the bar, he studies the scratch marks within, "Perhaps I was better of as being Neutral." Psyke's hand ventures up to his sigil... -Moonlight reaches out to put a hand on Psykeout's shoulder. "Naw, then I'd probably end up getting mind blasted by you." She grins. "Besides, it doesn't really do anyone much good to get rank. That makes you even more of a target." -Psykeout looks down, as the hand is placed upon his shoulder. A momentary smile crosses his face, as he returns his gaze to Moonlight's optics. "Mind-blasted is such a harsh term. I...I simply explore the exactness of a mech's logic circutry, rather than attempting to drive any one person insane. It seems as though I do that without even trying. As for gaining rank...*sigh*...I have no desire to do any such thing, for I agree with your perception. Once one has acheived more rank, they are asking to be killed. Although, it has been said that I have angered enough...That I have almost angered as many of the Autobots, as Shockwave." -Moonlight just looks at Psykeout. "Anger is something that happens during war. War is not a happy, feel good thing. Of course you're going to make people mad." -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Anger is simply a response, when one doesn't know how else to deal with their emotions at such a time. Though...I have angered more people, then most could ever imagine." He sighs softly, as he stares into his drink. -Moonlight grins mischieviously. "Ever met Lunar?" -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, as he sends this through his memory circutry. Psykeout raises an optic ridge, as his optics brighten slightly. "Yes...Yes I have. There was a time, when I was invited here by Fortress. That is actually how I came to live within the realms of Dead End. I had run into Lunar a few times, during my passing-by of the entire city. Often, I would make my way towards the hospice, in hopes of assisting Juggernaut." He looks up to the ceiling, with a glaze across his optics, "Ohh...Those were the good times..." -Moonlight grins. "I'd bet you he has pissed off more people than you have." -Psykeout smirks softly, "Doubtful. After Hyperdrive and Silentlight, I think that I have angered enough Autobots. I've heard through the grapevine, that the next Autobot that I have an encounter with, is to have my head driven upon a stake." He lights another ener-cig, scanning the now vacant bar. -Moonlight shrugs. "Some people would consider that an honor or something. Do you want people to like you?" -Psykeout snarls softly, as he slams his fist into the bar. His glass jumps softly, "I...I just desire the respect. I...I just want to be respected as a part of the Decepticon Empire. I feel that I have payed my dues, so why do I keep finding myself, defending every action that I may have?" -Moonlight speaks softly. "Have you told anyone else this?" -Psykeout shakes his head once, as he drops into total silence.. -Moonlight shrugs. "Do you think anyone even suspects that you might want some respect? And who exactly is it you want respect /from/?" -Psykeout sighs softly, as he turns to Moonlight, "I...I don't know. What am I supposed to do? As for your other question...I just want respect from the entire Decepticon Empire as a whole. I want to be respected on my extensive knowledge of medicine, as well as my extensive knowledege of psychology. I have studied for years...only to have nothing..." -Moonlight smacks the table with a hand. "Then speak up. Do something about it." -Psykeout raises the corner of a single lip, considering his thoughts cautiously. "What exactly am I supposed to do? -Moonlight gives Psykeout a sympathetic patpat. "Don't ask me. I'm not really well respected either, but that's probably because I'm not a noble warrior or something." -Psykeout shrugs, "I have attempted to prove myself...however it has been to no avail. I don't know what to do anymore..." -Moonlight moves her hand as though throwing something. "Then toss away that need for respect. If they don't pay attention to you, why should their respect /mean/ anything to you. Find another goal for yourself." -Psykeout heaves a sigh, slamming his fist upon the table. His mug spills, dumping the contents across the bar, "Respect is everything to me, Moonlight. I...I desire the respect of my fellow Decepticons, for without it...I am nothing." -Moonlight sighs as well, more in exasperation than anything else. "But /why/ is it so important? You're going to waste away looking for something you might never get. I can't say why everyone has a problem with you...they all seem to like collecting things and wrecking people. I'm more of an odd one out than you are." -Psykeout shakes his head violently, looking into Moonlight's optics. "I fear you do not understand, Moonlight. I am one of the few that has been left upon Cybertron. I am a medic, as well as a psychologist. I have spent my entire life, exploring the inner workings of the mind...only to find myself at the bottom of the 'food chain'." -Moonlight shakes her head. "You're just cutting yourself down, and that's a bad sign. I'm sure you do stuff that's worth it to someone. How long have you been a Con for anyhow? Maybe these things take time." -Psykeout snarls softly, "I...I have been a Decepticon for long enough." The obvious interest in his advancement within the Decepticon Empire, has been made quite evident from his actions. -Moonlight shrugs. "I'm running out of things to tell you." -Psykeout looks to Moonlight, "Well. Considering the radio I just recieved, I have something to tell you. Will you accompany me to the Crystal City Starport? I have been requested that you keep your weapons on-line. -Moonlight shrugs. "Sure. Should I be subtle about it, or just come in with force?" She stands up and puts a hand on the hilt of her whip. -Psykeout looks over to Moonlight, as he raises an optic ridge. "Keep an eye out, for whatever reaction we might recieve. I...don't trust whatever is about to happen." He sighs softly, as he pays his bill. -Moonlight keeps her hand near her weapon, but doesn't draw it yet. She turns it on to 'black' mode, which means that it's harder to notice that it is online and functioning. -Psykeout sighs softly, looking to Moonlight, "Are you ready?" -Moonlight bobs her head once. "Sure thing. Let's go and get whatever it is over with." Crystal City - Starport The once dilapidated and run down hangar has been restored to its former glory. The enormous space within is ablaze with marker lights directing incoming vessels to berths, passengers to transports, and so forth. The centerpiece of this reconstruction is an ivory-colored control tower, equipped with new and refurbished radar and communication feeds. A short, gleaming steel runway runs parallel to the berths, manned by a crew of red droids and yellow mechs, ready for any emergency. Antigrav units and refueling trucks move through the hustle and bustle to waiting ships. Tentacle-like waldos snake around repair bays, servicing the new flood of traffic, some directed by technicians, and others working on their own for less complicated repairs. Dark blue Militia patrols march purposefully around, making sure everyone is safe. Welcome back to the all new Starport. Psykeout [Robot] [D] Solar [Robot] [D] Ghost [Robot] [D] Decepticon Shuttle Control Tower Decepticon Flagship Unaffiliated Freighter Unaffiliated Passenger Liner Obvious Exits: -U- Up leads to Sky Above Crystal City -SE- Southeast leads to Crystal City - Commercial Sector -E- East leads to Crystal City - Industrial Sector -Psykeout walks into the area, his right hand holding the Ion_rifle. He sneers silently as he performs a silent scan of the entire area... -Solar says, "Actually I think I do...but not right now", and he nods torwards Psyke "We got other things to do" -Moonlight walks in on Psykeout's heels, her optics wary, her hat missing for once. -Ghost nods once, the smile fading into that distant icy expression, "We do have other things to deal with, yes.," -Solar stands with Ghost next to the flagship, he doesn't look too happy. (surprise surprise) He just leans against the ship with his arms crossed -Moonlight gives a general wave to the people present. She rubs a hand over her bald head as though bemoaning the abscence of her hat. -Psykeout snarls softly, his finger slipping on and off of the trigger. "You are the one that contacted me, Solar. What does this involve? What responsibility do I have with whatever situation is occuring at this current moment?" -Solar says, "The bots know that it was you who attatched the explosives to the Kidlet Psyke. They have issued KOS orders on you" -Moonlight makes a low whistling sound at Solar's words. "Whew. I guess he /was/ right," she says to no one in particular. -Ghost leans herself back against the side of the flagship, or a small portion of it.. Her arms fold across her front as she speaks, flatly, "I think Solar answered your questions, Psykeout, however brash they may have been in tone and timbre." -Psykeout snarls softly, "I do not...CARE! It does not matter to me, that the Autobums have issued orders upon me. Unless..." He drifts off, as he sighs softly, considering his thoughts, "Are you here to make good upon said orders?" He looks to Ghost and Solar, with an optic flicker... -Moonlight makes a slight groaning sound that usually accompanies the thought: Why me? But she just stands there and shakes her head. -Solar says, "Psykeout either you shut up here and now or we just might. No I am ordering you to remain inside Crystal City instead. Your one of the few active mechs we got with medical training right now. And Moonlight, your orders are to make sure he follows em. If he steps outside the city limits, then Shoot him in whatever uneccessary piece you can find. Maybe his CPU, he doesn't seem to be using it" -Ghost's optics shade to gray, her expression leeching away.. She could have gotten angry at the accusation instead but she doesnt.. "It matters to me, Psykeout. You are one of *my* Decepticons." she pushes off of the ship and pads over to circle the mech, "And as such I take it terribly personal with the insurgants attempt to put a price on one of *my* troops heads. To prevent your possible damage at the hands of overzealous, ignorent, blind automatons, you are being warned as apropriate and actions will be taken to insure that you do not become simply another name for me to remember and a body to smelt for parts. You will remain in this city until otherwise noted. Do I make myself clear?" -Moonlight makes that 'Why me' sound again. "I thought I did good in that last mission...why I'm I on mech-sitting duty?" She turns to Psykeout, "No offense." -Solar puts up 2 fingers "2 reasons, first somemech OBVIOUSLY needs to make sure he stays put, and you're available. Second the rest of us are gonna make some pre-emptive moves. We're doin a bit of huntin. I could add a third reason, somethin about your insubordination in the Phalanx fight, but I don't think I need to mention that. NOW DO I? -Psykeout snarls audibly, "Why in the frag am I being held, for following Shockwave's orders? I followed...I did...I...I..." He drifts off, as the thoughts continue to run through his mind. "I was just doing what I was told." He drops down to a single knee, as he looks up to Ghost, "How did I put a price upon a Decepticon's head? What...What did I do? I...I simply do not understand?" His optics change to a deep blue... -Ghost peers at Psykeout, expression shifting slightly, "You havent put a price on anyone elses head save your own for following orders, my dear mech. And as such, you will not be hunted down like some common thief by insurgants." She offers a hand, "Stand up. We want you to stay in the city for your own safety sake, Psykeout. Until the Autobots have.. had time to concern themselves with other things." She glances at Solar before looking back. -Moonlight crinkles her optic ridge. "Boy, you /do/ hold a grudge, don't you fella?" She glances anxiously over at Psykeout. "Do you know how much this guy wants to do what everyone wants, what everyone will respect? Seems a little mean spirited to just shut him down like that, especially if what he said about Shockwave is true...is it?" -Solar shrugs "I've been slightly fragged off lately. Too many things goin wrong with mechs I am loyal to. Psyke ya did nothin wrong, you followed orders thats all. The bots though they don't see your loyalty the same way we do. So some kinda protection is neccessary. I've got a few mechs that need an explosive encounter. Maybe that'll cool me down a bit" -Psykeout looks up to Ghost and then to Solar. He sighs deeply, "I...I...I..." Psykeout moves himself to both feet, as he moves towards the Decepticon Shuttle. His frustration is obviously shown, when his fist drives into the side of it. A plethora of sparks erupts, when Psyke's fist connects with the steel of the ship. Pausing for a moment, as he surveys the damage, he considers his thoughts deeply. Psyke's optics deepen to a chaotic red, as he turns his attention to Ghost and Solar, "I follow orders, n' get fragged over? To hell with you both..." With that, he brushes by Moonlight, whispering a momentary mutter to her. -Psykeout mutters to Moonlight: "So much ... ..." ((Psykeout mutters to you: "So much for respect...")) -Solar nods at Psyke "Moonlight keep him out of trouble. -Moonlight waves a hand as she turns to follow Psyke. "Yeah, yeah sure. It's not like he wasn't upset enough before you guys starting yelling at him." -Ghost drops the slight expression of concern, going back to impassive, "You're not being fragged over. You're being *defended*. Or would you prefer for us to not show a care and let you become nothing more than another number?" She lifts a brow, "And I wasn't yelling. I haven't raised my voice once." -Solar says, "....That went well. I REALLY need ta blow somethin up" -Psykeout pauses for a moment, as the words flow out of Ghost's mouth like a free-spouting fountain. Spinning upon his heels, Psyke turns around to face Ghost. "Commander. With all due respect. You of all people should realize how much respect I hold for you, however...I...I have felt like I have been ignored since I have been accepted into the Decepticon Empire. I feel as though my actions have meant nothing. This is the response I get? I follow orders, only to be "protected"? This is horrible, Commander. I..." He drifts off, as he takes another drag off of his ener-cig. -Ghost frowns, "What part of, 'this isnt a punishment', are you failing to grasp, Psykeout." Her voice slips soft, wondering, "I don't want anything to happen to you. To anyone. Especially for simply following orders." -Moonlight nods her head. "If you're really so concerned, why not make it sound like something a little less...punishy. If you would have said that in the first place instead of letting Solar lose his temper, Psyke might not be so upset now. I know you guys are trying to run an empire here, but being nice once is a while isn't going to kill you. Might make people less likely to do things so rashly and insubordinantly." -Psykeout sighs deeply, as he locks his optics with Ghost's. "I understand that this is not a punishment. Ok? I do understand that. I simply do not undertand why I am always continuing to get slagged upon, when all I do is follow orders? I do nothing outside the realm of what Commander Shockwave requires. I...I do what he asks, only to find myself within a pile so high, that it is impossible to get myself out." -Solar says, "Your right Psyke, you shouldn't be slagged upon. You are your own mech. Lets change those orders slightly then. We'll make your confinement to base totally voluntary. We'll also make Moonlight's orders for protection duty up to you. I ain't gonna force you to follow orders" -Ghost musters a faint smile, "Its not so high a pile. And you aren't the first nor the last to have the Autobots call a KOS on." She struggles with her conscience, deciding on being honest, it's easier in the long run, "Following orders isn't the easiest thing to do. And sometimes the level of slag you get for doing so seems far more than if you hadn't. But in the end, you will come out on top." -Psykeout snarls, turning on his heels. "If any of you need me, I shall be in my office." He casts a momentarly glance to Ghost, "Which Ghost happens to know, is within the realm of Crystal City. I feel thatt his shall answer your order's request, to sufficent amounts. If you do not agree, feel free to radio me. I shall be happy to explain." He lights an additional ener-cig, as he fades into the distance. -Moonlight just shrugs and follows Psykeout...maybe she should get him a few more drinks... -Ghost gives a shake of her head, watching the two leave before she lifts off, reclaiming the vantage point atop the Flagship, watching the city. -Solar waits till he sees Psyke leave, and then turns ta Ghost "Ya know if we didn't only have the one psychologist in the ranks I would have Psyke go" -Ghost peers down mid hover, "Maybe when this all is over you should arrange yourself a visit with him and have him go over your apparent obsession with violence." 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: Drink Menu Slash Jukebox Obvious Exits: -O- Out leads to Crystal City - Commercial Sector -D- Spiral Staircase leads to Golden Blaster - Dance Floor -Psykeout moves into the Blaster, his optics blazing a chaotic red. The bartender noticing his mood, sends over for a couple of drinks. -Moonlight follows Psykeout in. "Well, that was /pleasant/." -Psykeout turns, offering a momentarly glance to Moonlight. He motions towards a seat over towards his usual corner, as he slides his aft into the cushioning... -Moonlight slides in on the opposite side. "So now what are you going to do?" -Psykeout sighs softly, as the waitress comes to their table with their drinks in her hands. Setting down a Starscremeister before Psyke and an Ener-wine before Moonlight, the waitress leaves as quickly as she came. Psyke locks his optics with Moonlights, an angered look upon his face, "I...I think that I shall simply stay within the realm of the Crystal City. There really is no reason for me to leave..." -Moonlight nods. "That's true. Something isn't a prison until you can't leave it...so they say. Do you think Ghost is being sincere?" -Psykeout sighs deeply, staring into his drink in complete silence. He stays this way for quite some time, before he looks up to her again. Nodding once, Psyke responds, "Commander Ghost knows that I have always held an immense amount of respect for her. She understands the fact that I...That I have experienced problems within the Decepticon Empire. I feel that she was simply trying to help..." -Moonlight shakes her head. "And Solar is just a cranky, grudge holding mech." -Psykeout shrugs, "So that is his actions. I do not hold him responsible, nor do I hold Ghost responsible." He slides out of his seat, smiling softly. "Moonlight. I must thank you for the amazing conversation that we have had this evening...However, I must take my leave of you. My recharge bed awaits me." -Moonlight nods. "I suppose I have to stand guard outside your door now, eh?" -Psykeout shrugs, "If you wish.