July 29th, 2002 ~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: Psykeout Objects: Card Table Drink Menu Slash Jukebox Obvious Exits: -O- Out leads to Crystal City - Commercial Sector -D- Spiral Staircase leads to Golden Blaster - Dance Floor -Psykeout sits in his usual booth, fingering the side of his mug. The annoying ener-cig hanging out of his mouth, as he chomps on the filter. His optics flickering slightly, he scans the bar in a sort of menacing way. It doesn't seem that he's really all that angry at anything, but honestly...when can you tell when this guy is really angry? He's an emotionless mech, who loves to play mind games. -Moonlight swaggers on into the bar, a bit of an amused look on her face. -Psykeout watches Moonlight cautiously, but makes no movement to recognize her presence. A bit of a wave with his hand and the light above his table dims a bit further. Hiding the emotionless mech almost from sight, he leans further back in his booth to watch the femme. -Moonlight doesn't immeadiately see Psykeout, and doesn't go looking for him in the gloom, so doesn't realize that he's there. She walks up to the bar and orders herself an enerwine, chattering away to the bartender about nothing in particular. -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, but still makes no movement towards the femme. She seems overly happy about something, but he can't quite figure out what it is. Shaking his head a few times, he finishes up his Dom Megatron. Motioning to the mech-ress, he orders himself another. -Moonlight gets her drink and is quiet while she sips it, not being rude enough to try and speak with her mouth full. At her request a song is being played, and she taps her foot and nods her head in time with the music. -Psykeout offers the mech-ress a few extra credits, before he passes her a note. A few words pass between the two of them, before the mech-ress leaves. As Psykeout takes a drink off of his mug, he watches Moonlight carefully. Listening to the music, the psychologist lights another ener-cig. The soft glow of the ember on the end lights up part of his facial plate, as the waitress walks over to the bartender. -Moonlight is blissfully unaware of what is going on, if anything. She seems to be enjoying both drink and music quite a bit. The song is a little something from Monacus, maybe a favorite of hers from long ago, maybe not. -Psykeout nods to the mech-ress, as she moves towards Moonlight. "I was asked to deliver this to you." She slides Moonlight the note, before looking to the Bartender cautiously. Anything that has to do with Psykeout's insanity can't be a good thing. The note says, "Moonlight. Meet me inside of Dead End. -Psykeout." -Moonlight smiles at the mech-ress and slips her a bit of a tip. "Thanks." She doesn't seem worried, although she's keen to pick up on the mech-ress' caution. Of course, not everyone can take Psykeout as lightly as she can...most certainly some people are terrified of him. But terror isn't something Moonlight feels to often, and she shrugs as she polishes off her drink and pays up. Once that is finished, she walks on out of the Blaster. Dead End - City Limits Large warehouses and factories, rundown though they may be, mark this as Dead End's industrial district. The constant sounds of metal grinding on metal can be heard as the aging machinery of the factories fights to continue functioning as it should. The smell... stench of molten metal, minerals and chemicals fills the air, most emitted by the tall exhaust stacks of the various ore processing plants scattered throughout this industrial wasteland. Occasionally a few stragglers hurry by, either in or out of the city, though always trying to avoid this area. The only others seen here are those unfortunate enough to find this as the only source of employment open to them in the city. They seem to slouch as they plod about, giving the impression of... defeat. Psykeout [Robot] [D] Warehouse <3319> Empty Building Obvious Exits: -O- Out leads to Trench Floor -E- East leads to Dead End - Central Strip -Moonlight arrives in the Dead End...what a lovely place! She looks around for a bit. The note didn't say /where/ in Dead End to meet, so she heads towards the Surge, and maybe Psykeout will show up. -Psykeout steps into the City Limits of Dead End, his optics flickering slightly. "You wanted to know what made me this way, Moonlight?" A smile crosses his face, as he watches the femme with an amazed interest. He takes in everything that is happening around here, along with what is still here. -Moonlight looks over to Psykeout as he addresses her, not exactly startled, but needing to turn quickly to see where he is. "Sure. Gonna spill finally?" -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Look around this decrepit area, Moonlight. This is where I used to spend all of my time, after the Milita was formed. I have learned all about this area, for the inhabitants come to me. But...Both the Decepticons and the Autobrats decide not to come down here anymore. There is nothing for them down here, so they leave it be. I have held their pain and helped them as much as they can. However, I also hold their bitterness towards the factions." He taps his Decepticon sigil, "Yeah. This is a family, true enough." Waving around the area, "But...This place is a fraggin' brotherhood." With that, he narrows his optics, awaiting her response. -Moonlight looks around the Dead End with a nostalgic smile. "It's not so bad here. I like it here. But I see your point. Slums are sad reflections on society. Have you ever /been/ to Monacus before? My earliest memories are of me striving to survive on a street very much like this one." -Psykeout snarls audibly, "There is a difference between Monacus and Dead End. Dead End is in the backyard of the Decepticons and the Autobots. However, they hold no loyalty to it. They hold no memories of this place. Hell...half of them don't even come down here anymore. -Moonlight blinks her optics and frowns, crossing her arms across her chest. "A slum is a slum...lands of outcasts, criminals, and the downtrodden." She sighs. "This place isn't bright and shiny like Crystal City, why /would/ the Decepticons or Autobots want it? I come here quite often, but the bar is closed for repairs or something. The people here are too tired and miserable to care about the war. It's probably better for them if the factionals keep their noses out of it." -Psykeout's optics flicker rapidly, before settling on a deep chaotic red. "The people here are tired and miserable, but it's also from the war. I hear their stories, I hear their hatred, I hear their pain. I work in the hospital right over there." He points in the general area of the downtrodden hospital, "If a faction actually got their slag together, offered support and came down here...This place could actually be something." -Moonlight nods her head. "I heard something about someone trying to make something out of the place. She was from Monacus too, but she disappeared with her brother or something." She shrugs. "If you want my help, I'll help..." -Psykeout sighs audibly, looking around. "What was the femme's name?" -Moonlight shrugs. "Something hot like Flare or Ember or something." -Psykeout narrows his optics, "Ember sounds familiar." He furrows his optic ridges for a moment, considering everything that has been said. "I shall give your offer thought, Moonlight. It will take a lot to turn this place around, although I don't know how much support we shall recieve." -Moonlight shrugs. "I was just a street kidlet, doomed to starvation and defeat...and look at me now." -Psykeout rubs his chin for a moment, "I have been doomed to defeat since my creation, Moonlight. You don't have to explain that to me." -Moonlight shakes her head and tsktsks. "But you don't seem to believe you can get out of it." -Psykeout looks around, motioning to the passerby, "Much like these folk, all I need is a method of support." A soft smile crosses his face, more sadistic than anything else, "I have been their support for mega-cycles (years), why should anything change now? The only reason that I still function. The only reason that I haven't torn out my own core, is because of the mechs and femmes that come to me inside of this forgotten city." -Moonlight looks around and sighs. "I wish I knew where Swipe is...or if he even still exists." -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Swipe?" -Moonlight nods her head. "My mentor and savior." -Psykeout nods a single time, "Understood." A older femme walks up to Psykeout, pulling on the side of his arm. "Please...help..." The words flow from her mouth painfully, as her optics reflect the extensive amount of hurt that she holds within her battered frame. Psyke's optics change to more of a forest green color, as he brushes the side of the old femme's helmet. Looking at her for a moment longer, he turns to Moonlight, "I am the savior in this area." Turning back to the female, he cocks his head to the side in a bit of sadness. Offering the old femme a bit of a sympathetic smile, he nods a single time. "I shall help you. Do not fear. For in a few moments, the pain shall be gone forever." The old femme smiles broadly, falling to the ground. Pushing herself up slowly, she holds her hands together mere inches in front of her chestplate. "I...thank...you..." Psyke looks back over to Moonlight, "You have a savior who saved you from your pain...This is how I save ones from pain. At least the ones that desire it." He pulls out his Ion_Rifle, holding it to the head of the femme that approached him. -Moonlight quirks a rather alarmed looking optic ridge, but she doesn't say or do anything to interfere, studying the face of the femme closely, trying to divine whether this is truly what she was asking for. -The femme offers Moonlight a momentary glance, along with a comment. "He truly is a savior. He has helped me before...He helps all of us. No matter the problem, he is our support. This is my final wish..." She drifts off, right after the blast enters her helmet. The mech-fluid sprays all over Psykeout, as the body falls to the ground. A bit of sadness crosses his face, as he turns to Moonlight. Returning the rifle to it's proper place, "She couldn't take it anymore. We have spoken before and I agreed to help her if it was desired. I...I help those that desire it." -Moonlight frowns slightly, not exactly with disapproval though. "You save people by euthanizing them?" -Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "If that is what they desire." -Moonlight sighs and looks at the fallen form of the femme. "That could have been me...." She smacks her hand against a handy building. "I've /got/ to find Swipe!" -Psykeout narrows his optics, "She is older than myself. She has seen and done more than both of us put together. She couldn't take the pain any longer. You are still alive. You still have a working fuel-pump within you. Your laser core is still fresh." Sighing audibly, he lights another ener-cig. "I...There are other ways that I help. That is only one." -Moonlight shakes her head. "Not what I meant exactly. I'm just saying that if Swipe hadn't found me and decided to sort of 'adopt' me, I could have ended up so depressed and depraved and hurt that I would want this way out. And maybe there would be some mech that would send a blast through my head." -Psykeout sighs audibly, the mean streak disappearing for a moment. "And 'maybe' I could be leader of the Autobots. Look. It's in the past. You can't dwell on the past. You can't relive the past, dammit. All you can do, is learn from it." Punching the side of the Warehouse, his fist makes a bit of an imprint. "Your here. You have been helped. Now...Let's help these people. Let's give them a reason to live." -Moonlight nods her head slowly, forcing herself to relax again. She really does prefer to be happy, but now is not the time. "Any ideas?" -Psykeout sighs, thinking to himself. "First. We need to clean up this fraggin' area. It's depressing." Shaking his head for a few moments, he turns around. Looking to the empty streets of Dead End, he sighs softly. Turning back around, Psyke's optics are narrowed. "I'm going to head back to Crystal City. Want to see if I can recruit any help there." -Moonlight nods her head. "Think anyone will help. The citizens are still a little bummed over having Con rule." -Psykeout smiles evilly, "I have a bit of a...erm...persuasive personality." -Moonlight sighs and shakes her head at Psykeout. "Don't you want honest and sincere help instead of scaredy-mech help?" -Psykeout snarls audibly, "I can find sincere and honest help in here. The mechs and femmes that live in this area would be more than willing to help with such a project. We need healthier mechs to carry the Energon supplies, along with the tools. I don't care WHAT kind of help it is, as long as the stuff gets here." -Moonlight shrugs easily. "Fair enough." -Psykeout thinks for a moment, before locking his optics on the femme. "Will you also find some mechs and femmes to join us?" -Moonlight nods her head. "Sure. I can give it my best shot...not literally of course." She chuckles. -Psykeout is not amused in the least, "I shall request the Decepticons help, although I do not know how much of a response I shall get." Tapping his forehead for a moment, he turns on his heel. "I shall speak with you soon. I am going to see who I can find..." -Moonlight nods again. "I'll try with the unaffiliated population. This might give them something to do besides bemoan the loss of their city. I suppose I should leave the 'Bots severely out of this then?" -Psykeout narrows his optics for a moment, smiling softly to himself. Calling out over his shoulder, "I can try. I have an idea." With that, he continues on his way. -Moonlight shrugs and watches Psykeout leave, thinking to herself how appropriate his name is. ================================= Decepticon ================================= Message: 10/2 Posted Author Psykeout's Request. Mon Jul 29 Psykeout ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *Psykeout's face appears on the screen, his optics flickering for a few moments before they finally settle on a sort of Forest Green color. The decrepit city of Dead End can be seen behind him, in all of it's depressing glory.* "My fellow Decepticons. It seems that there is a city out there that has been forgotten. A city out there that has suffered pain and disgrace for mega-cycles upon mega-cycles. It is my home. The place where I learned all the life-values that I hold." His optics narrow to a mere slit, "I am tired of watching this place become a place of hatred and filth. Let's show them that we actually have something to offer. With the help of Moonlight, I want to bring back Dead End to the former glory it held. If any of you are up for this, contact me immediatly." *Psyke turns away from the camera for a moment, then turns back suddenly.* "I do not want Autobot involvment in this. If I see a single Autobot there, I shall rip off their arms and beat them to death with it. Understood?" *The camera fades to black, as Psykeout can be seen walking into the distance.* -Psyko. ==============================================================================