July 4th, 2002
~Kimakaze(D), Psykeout(D),

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.


Psykeout [Robot] [D] 
Kimakaze [Robot] [D] 
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


-Kimakaze is sitting somewhere casual like, talking to Psyke.
-Psykeout sits near Kimakaze, looking at her with obvious interest.
-Psykeout smiles softly, "I was not aware that all femmes thought that way, though it is an interesting thought. What's happened to me recently? Oh, slag, where do I begin?"
-Kimakaze play-punches Psyke on the upper arm, very softly, keeping her claws *in*. "Where the fun iss? No, at the beginning, so I can understand it all.
-Moonlight strolls into the area, singing one of her bar songs again. Does this girl even /know/ how to be quiet?
-Kimakaze glances across, an air of slightly overlording mild annoyance playing across her rarely-seen features, before she allows her face visor to melt back across her face once more, then nods to Psyke again. "You may continue."
-Psykeout raises an optic ridge, as he looks down to his upper arm. "Careful. That's how I get the girls." Offering a slight chuckle, his face quickly returns to it's now normal emotionless state. "Not too terribly long ago, I had experienced some problems with the Autobots. They felt that it would be prudent for me to be in their grasps. Capturing me directly outside of the Golden Blaster, then transporting me to the Outpost. Inside of which, they felt it would be best if I didn't get any repairs. They then felt it would be best to have a total miscarriage of justice. That was only a couple of cycles ago." He bows his head, taking another drag off of his ener-cig.
-Kimakaze blinks behind her blackness. "And so you're back here....*why* exactly?"
-Moonlight spots Psykeout, stops singing, and walks over to him. She just stands there, listening for the moment. Her face looks rather neutral in expression.
-Psykeout sighs audibly, "I heard from one of my contacts that you were in the area." He leaves his commentary at that, before he turns his gaze to Moonlight. Offering her a forced smile, he turns back to Kimakaze.
-Kimakaze chuckles. "Well, isn't *that* special....."
-Moonlight frowns slightly. "What? No hug?" She's obviously teasing Psykeout, but then again, that's rather normal for her. Then she nods and grins at Kimakaze.
-Kimakaze places a hand to her helm and salutes in a mockery of the formal salute of the Decepticons to wards her fellow Con. "Welcome, Moonlight."
-Psykeout raises an optic ridge towards Moonlight, "I do not believe in contact, Moonlight. There are certain times when contact is appropriate, though this is not one of those times." Turning his attention back to Kimakaze, he nods once. "I thought you would be entertained. What can I say? I enjoy being around you."
-Moonlight just shakes her head. "I know that. But you still can't seem to take a joke unless it involves removing body parts. Maybe if I could take off your arm I would get a laugh or something."
-Kimakaze hears what he says and tuts. "I diss-agree...I think contact *iss* appropriate. Appropriate because what feelss right is rarely wrong when one iss a Decepticon." So saying, she leans forward from where she's sat and without warning or personal invitation, she wraps her arms dramatically around Psyke's shoulders and gives him a...well. You do the math.  Kimakaze 's visor melts down quickly to allow this....contact.
-Moonlight makes a tsking sound. "As if the mech wasn't senseless enough. Are you trying to reduce his sense so low that a kidlet will look wise beside him?" She removes her hat and flashes a grin at her fellow Con's.
-Psykeout raises an optic ridge, as he turns to Moonlight. His mouth opens to respond, as Kimakaze latches onto him. Psyke's optics widen to the size of nothing that any has ever seen, as his optics show a plethora of emotions. Flickering rapidly, he is totally confused as to how to react to this...
-Kimakaze spends about five seconds in total submerging the poor, shocked mech-friend of her's in her sudden, leaping embrace. Hopping back to prescicely how she was before she did it, and looking none the further flustered either, she looks at him, smiling pleseantly. "Wass that nice contact?"
-Moonlight's grin broadens. "Interesting style you have there Kimakaze. And I thought he was beyond all that. Maybe all he needed was a nice, big, hug and all."
-Psykeout narrows his optics slightly, staring at the femme across from him. "Err...Uhhh...It was...interesting."
-Kimakaze chuckles "Psyke and I have a long-standing...understanding."
-Moonlight looks shocked. "Psykeout can understand /something/? I guess there's more to him than I thought." Then she winks to show she is still joking. Moonlight is certainly not the most rommantic femme on Cybertron.
-Psykeout glances to Kimakaze, then to Moonlight. Caught a bit off-guard, along with his recent experiences, Psyko still isn't really in the charming social mood. The silence eminates from Psykeout, like a bad odor.
-Kimakaze can do silence, it's like blood or oil to her. Not a big problem. She stares with a blank, warm stare at the Mech, just settling in as though for a watch.
-Moonlight just stands there with her hat in her hands and a huge grin on her face. Considering she is neither doing the embracing, nor being embraced, she is enjoying herself /way/ too much right now.
-Psykeout stands up, as the silence continues to bind his vocal circutry shut. He offers a simple air-kiss to Kimakaze, then another forced smile to Moonlight. Lighting another ener-cig, he begins to move out of the area.
-Kimakaze sits in a cross legged position, like cute death. "I *told* you I could trust you. Have a good cycle, Psyke. I am sure I will see you again soon."
-Moonlight watches Psykeout move away. "See you later. And you'd better work on that smile of yours. I'm still not convinced."
-Psykeout pauses for a moment, as he turns around to Kimakaze. "I trust you as well, Kimakaze. Do not betray that trust." He looks at Moonlight with an obviously emotionless face, but says nothing to the femme. Psyke continues on his way, making his way towards his office
-Kimakaze sighs audibly. "I am learning thiss...'me' thing. I still feel ass though I am wearing someone else's skin though. Obviously it isn't thick enough to hide the distrustful manner I hoard right acrosss my being. The curse of R&I." She looks to Moonlight.
-Moonlight waits for Psykeout to leave and throws back her head and laughs. When she finishes she turns back to Kimakaze. "Lack of trust seems to be a Cybertronian trait. I don't think it's just intell."
-Kimakaze nods "Yess, you're probably right. I don't believe we have met except during formal dutiess. Would you care to inform me of who you are?"
-Moonlight puts forth her hand. "I'm Moonlight, also of the infamous intell division."
-Kimakaze smiles fractionally and extends her own hand, shaking that of her comrades. "I am acting head of 'that division', only because my Master, Commander Razelore seesss fit to scive off and leave me to do all the work." She chuckles, letting go. "I work in a very individual style, ass you can see."
-Moonlight nods her head. "That's fine with me. To be honest, I try not to tangle to much with those who have rank. I prefer just to do my jobs my own way."
-Kimakaze nods "I don't care how you do it, so long as it getss done, and there are no reprecusionss. That iss how I've always worked. I believe we all have methodss worth using and sharing."
-Moonlight shrugs. "I like your style then. Of course, it's hard to be a smuggler and follow /all/ the rules."
-Kimakaze chuckles, then straightens fully, subspace blades bristling outward alittle. "I must go and attend to other matters now, but it wass good we had this chat, Moonlight. Just make sure you smuggle for the Empire, and then all will be well, won't it? None of us are...innocent, in thiss war." She grins a white smile in stark contrast to her blackness, before saluting briefly with a fist to the chest (the ancient Destron salute!?), and stalking off.
-Moonlight watches Kimakaze go with a shrug and a half-smile. Just wait till she gets ahold of Psykeout again....