August 20th, 2002
~Psykeout(D)

Darkmount - Storage Room

     Only bare shelves remain, some of them overturned by the initial explosion. The remaining contents of the room were removed by the Autobots during their brief raid. If nothing else, the Autobots went home with a full shuttle.


Psykeout [Robot] [D] 
Crate

Obvious Exits:
 -W- West leads to Darkmount - Medical and Science Level

-Moonlight wanders into the room, looking a little tired.
-Psykeout picks through the crate, although he was visibly happier on the Medical and Science level.
-Moonlight folds her arms and leans against the doorway. "Find any nasties in here?"
-Psykeout shakes his head, looking over his shoulder, "We have a plethora of new equipment in the Medical Level. I was looking for more..."
-Moonlight shrugs. "Need a hand with anything?"
-Psykeout sighs, "Nothing is left in this room. I'm thinking about going back to the Medical level. There's so much left in there.
-Moonlight just nods her head. "I think I've had quite a bit of excitement for the evening..."
-Psykeout snarls audibly, "Excitment is not getting shot by a fraggin' Autobot. Excitment is tearing out the fuel pump of said Autobot."
-Moonlight makes a face. "If you get your kicks that way, sure. I was certain I was a dead-femme..."
-Psykeout turns around, facing the Decepticon femme, "But you didn't die. You lived to see another day." An audible snarl, "Something that Autobot Phantom will never do if I get ahold of his sorry aft."
-Moonlight nods. "I think you'll have to get in line then. Is Phantom the only enemy of the Decepticons that could pull off a stint like this?"
-Psykeout rubs his chin for a moment, his optics flickering slightly. "He was the one that posed as Stormrunner. I wouldn't put it past him to disguise himself as Ghost, just to get into Darkmount's computers."
-Moonlight nods her head. "That is true...I know all about the disguising part. But we can't assume that he is the only one with the motives. My question is, is he the only one with the capabilities?"
-Psykeout narrows his optics for a moment, "Are you trying to protect the slaggin' Autobot, Phantom?"
-Moonlight shakes her head. "No. But if we are wrong and /all/ our energy is put towards finding /Phantom/ someone else could be getting off the hook and then we will be in big trouble. We have to make sure it /is/ Phantom. They can go ahead an slag him all they want, but we need to think of other alternatives as well."
-Psykeout's optics narrow to a mere slit, "Phantom needs to be destroyed, simply for betraying the trust of our Field Commander, Enfilade. *IF* it was another Autobot, I shall find out. I have my contacts within the Autobots, Moonlight." A soft, yet faint, smile crosses his lips. "I shall find out who it was."
-Moonlight looks like she's about to object to something, but then decides to hold her peace. "We'll all be working on it Psykeout. But you're a smart type, I'm sure you'll find something out. It could very well be Phantom from all I've heard." She pauses. "Does he have red optics perchance?"
-Psykeout nods a single time, "I *KNOW* I will find something out." His optics FLARE once again, at the mere mention of the Autobot's name. A sneer appears upon the lips, "That pathetic fool does have red optics, Moonlight. Optics that need to be torn out. Optics that shall soon feel my scalpel digging into them."
-Moonlight arches an optic ridge. "My opinion that you are disturbed stands Psykeout."
-Psykeout smiles softly, "Your opinions are your own, Moonlight. I cannot change them, no matter how hard I try."
-Moonlight smiles in a not-so-nice way. "Why do you bother trying, apparently my opinions don't matter."
-Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Why do you say that?"
-Moonlight pays a great deal of attention to her nails. "You don't seem to put much stock in my opinions...or so a little bird told me."
-Psykeout narrows his optics to a mere slit, before making his way towards the door. "Little birds tend to lie, Moonlight."
-Moonlight looks back at Psykeout. "I don't think this one does. Of course, you could have said some things when you were in a bad mood, which I would understand. I certainly did an awful lot of raving after that stunt you pulled the other day."
-Psykeout smiles broadly, "Succumb to my mind games, did you Moonlight?" With that, he is gone.
-Moonlight comes back into the main Med and Sci room...there is only one exit out of storage anyhow.
-Psykeout digs through the crates, more caught up in his own thoughts than anything else.
-Moonlight finds herself a seat and relaxes, watching Psykeout for a few moments.
-Psykeout pulls out tools of interesting nature, his optics flickering slightly everytime a new one is pulled out. An ener-cig hangs out the corner of his mouth, his face obviously concentrated on the new toys he now has available to him.
-Moonlight tilts her head down and puts her hat back on. "Would you have even patched me up if doing otherwise wouldn't have looked suspicious to the others?"
-Psykeout turns his attention to Moonlight, "You are a fellow Decepticon. I repair all those that are in need of it, unless I have caused the wounds." He continues digging through the boxes, "There were a few Autobots that have recieved repairs from me in the city of Dead End."
-Moonlight nods her head. "I see. So what you think of me has nothing to do with your professional life?"
-Psykeout nods a single time, "My personal opinion of others, has nothing to do with my repairing of them." He looks over to Moonlight, "I will repair any that are in desperate need of it. With a few exceptions, of course."
-Moonlight hmmms. "How far does someone have to push you to be an exception?"
-Psykeout turns to Moonlight, "Autobots are the only current exception to that, unless their current residence is inside of the realm of Dead End. I have promised all those that have their homes within that realm protection from my anger. Well..." He drifts off, his optics flickering slightly once again, "...except that little Autobrat Swivel..."
-Moonlight smiles slightly, but it is hidden beneath her hat and her tone is neutral. "Because she gives a damn about you?"
-Psykeout SNARLS, "I don't give a slag if she gives a damn about me."
-Moonlight tilts her head to the side. "Then why is she an exception?"
-Psykeout's optics FLARE for a moment, "Because she is a threat to the Decepticon Empire."
-Moonlight snifs. "That little thing?"
-Psykeout's optics narrow once again, "Are you holding sympathy towards those that oppose the Empire?"
-Moonlight makes another sound, something like a groan but not quite. "Why do so many seem to expect the worst from me?"
-Psykeout continues to look at the femme with narrowed optics, "Because you have done nothing to earn my trust, Moonlight. You, in my eyes, are a threat to the Decepticon Empire. I do not trust your motives, nor your reasoning."
-Moonlight shrugs her shoulders. "And I don't trust your mental stabilty either. What's your point?"
-Psykeout snarls, "My mental stability is different than what I provide to the Empire." He chuckles softly, "Simply because I enjoy the removal of armor of an Autobot, among other things, I am accused of mental instability?"
-Moonlight shakes her head. "That isn't my problem, though I do find it eerie."
-Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Do you find the screams of pain enjoyable? Do you relish the taste of mechfluid? For these...These are the things that I enjoy, Moonlight. Consider me mentally unstable all you want, however, I am loyal to one cause. The Decepticons."
-Moonlight shakes her head. "Still not the problem." She sits up straight. "I didn't have a real problem until that last little series of tricks you pulled. Before that I thought you were fine, if a little morbid."
-Psykeout smiles broadly, "You consider those 'tricks', Moonlight? Those were mere mindgames that I played. You fell into a trick that I have been playing for vorn upon vorn. You have been dragged into something that is mere simple entertainment for me."
-Moonlight taps her finger along the side of her face. "That's nice to know in a way. Rather disappointing though. And what is the difference between a trick and a mindgame? Aren't they the same with the same results?"
-Psykeout smiles softly, "A trick is something different than a mindgame. A trick has a short-term effect. A mindgame has a long-term effect. I prefer the mindgames, such as I have done for vorn. Hyperdrive. Swivel. You. I could go on for hours."
-Moonlight claps her hands, slowly and perfectly spaced. "Hooray for you. Only problem is, is that I seem to be the only Con you mentioned."
-Psykeout snarls, "Would you like for me to list Decepticons, Moonlight? Slipstream. Kimakaze. Whiplash. Ghost. The list goes on and on." He shakes his head, "Nobody is spared from my intrusion into their neural circutry, Moonlight. Nobody."
-Moonlight nods her head. "So, it seems that you shouldn't be made to feel welcome anyhow. And you do this all just for fun? Then I hope you get yours in the end. It's not a threat, I'm not going to be the one to do it, but you should get what you deserve." She doesn't sound angry or threatening. Her tone is rather dead actually.
-Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "I have stopped with the Decepticons, as most of the ones I mess with...are a bit dangerous. Whiplash and I have a sort of understanding. The same with myself and Kimakaze. However, Slipstream and I are both in a realm of insanity ourselves. We compliment each others personalities well..." He drifts off for a moment, his optics flickering slightly, "Perhaps I shall recieve what is coming to me. However, until then...I shall continue."
-Moonlight grins slightly. "I noticed the sort of understanding you and Kimikaze have...didn't think you were into that sort of stuff, it would be too pleasant."
-Psykeout's optics continue to flicker, "I don't understand Kimakaze's motives, nor her logic circutry. For some reason, I cannot delve into her mind. It...It has some sort of blockage in front of it."
-Moonlight nods again. "Probably because she knows there are mind-tricksters out there like you."
-Psykeout chuckles softly, "I'm sure she does. Although I have had a few interesting conversations with her."
-Moonlight crosses her legs. "I'm sure you have."
-Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "What is that suppposed to mean?"
-Moonlight shakes her head. "Nothing. It means that in all likelyhood you have. I don't know her very well, so I can't say much except to agree with you."
-Psykeout narrows his optics, "Why am I suddenly feeling that you lie?"
-Moonlight pushes her hat back to reveal her brilliant green optics. "Because you are paranoid and assume that because you play mind games with me I will do the same back. But mind games aren't my forte, so you waste your energy anticipating my next move."
-Psykeout shakes his head, "My mind games have nothing to do with my current feelings about your reactions, Moonlight. I feel that you are hiding something. Something that you either don't want to, or are ashamed of." His optics flicker, "I doubt you hide nothing, for you are a smuggler. Every smuggler holds many secrets."
-Moonlight nods her head. "It is true that I hide things, but everyone does. Why are you picking on me in particular? I don't see you harrassing everyone so badly."
-Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Because I believe that you hold some secrets that could quite possibly hurt the Empire. There are obviously others that hold secrets, but I trust most of my fellow Decepticons." He narrows his optics, "I believe you are a spy, Moonlight."
-Moonlight starts laughing so hard that her side hurts and she has to stop. But she doesn't say anything, just presses her hand to her side.
-Psykeout watches Moonlight with cautious optics, pulling out a scalpel.
-Moonlight covers her optics once she sees that scalpel, but she continues to grin. "Have you told anyone what you think?"
-Psykeout snarls in response.
-Moonlight taps her free hand against her thigh again. "Well, have you?"
-Psykeout rubs his chin with his left hand, his right holding the scalpel. "My thoughts are my own, Moonlight."
-Moonlight sighs. "Then Dirge accused me on his own...that's a relief. I would hate to think you had started some sort of anti-me club."
-Psykeout shakes his head violently, "I don't congregate with the Seekers."
-Moonlight snifs again. "I don't think you congregate at all Psykeout. If you did you might be more pleasant. I know we've been through this before, but I just can't accept your excuses. Ooooo, there's Moonlight, she must be a spy and a plague on Cybertron because she's...HAPPY!" This time her tone is definately mocking.
-Psykeout narrows his optics, "Once again. Your opinions hold no ground with me. Until you prove me wrong, you will always be a spy in my book. I shall trust you no further than I can launch your sorry aft."
-Moonlight chuckles again. "This is rich."
-Psykeout snarls audibly, "I am quite happy you find this humorous."
-Moonlight continues to chuckle. "Somehow I doubt that. So, if I'm a spy, why do I keep following you around if you're the nobody you claim to be all the time."
-Psykeout peers at Moonlight, quite untrusting. "It could be any multitude of reasons, Moonlight."
-Moonlight folds her arms and peers at Psykeout. "I want to hear your theories. You have enough about the intruder tonight."
-Psykeout arches a brow, "My theories on what, Moonlight?"
-Moonlight grins. "Why I follow your moody aft around all the time. I could be talking to someone important after all."
-Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Perhaps it is for my contacts within the Autobots. Perhaps it is to see what happens next. Perhaps it is because you have nobody else to harass." He smiles softly, "I think that Whiplash and Kimakaze would quite simply tear you apart. Shockwave would blow your fraggin' head off. Slipstream would either disappear or frag with your head all cycle. I...I am the only one that is open and honest." He sighs softly, "I hold no secrets, Moonlight. Nothing. My past is open to all those that wish to learn of it."
-Moonlight makes a low whistling sound. "For an honest guy you're awfully cryptic. I've talked a lot to Whiplash and she finds nothing amiss. Shockwave has no troubles with me so far, and he seems to be venerated for his high intelligence. I've spoken a few times to Slip-stream, and again have come out with no troubles. If you think I can fool them all, then you must think I'm smarter than I am."
-Psykeout shrugs, "My cryptic messages are easily decrypted. It is not my fault that you do not posses the intelligence to figure it out."
-Moonlight shakes her head. "So, I'm smart enough to fool everyone but you, yet I'm too stupid to figure you out?"
-Psykeout narrows his optics, "Perhaps. That is only one of many possiblities."
-Moonlight extends a hand. "Have any others?"
-Psykeout raises an optic ridge, "Any other what?"
-Moonlight shakes her hands. "Any more of your crazy theories."
-Psykeout clasps his hands behind his back, "Theories are what I think of on a day-to-day basis, Moonlight."
-You say, "You must have quite a few then."
-Psykeout nods a single time, "More than you could ever imagine, femme."
-Moonlight hmmmmms. "And let me guess, it isn't Psykeout's sharing time, is it?" She's being very sarcastic today...
-Psykeout smiles faintly, "Sorry. That's for story time. When all the little kidlets gather 'round." Snarling softly, "In other words, no."
-Moonlight sighs deeply. "I'm usually not so sarcastic. I guess you bring out my bad side."
-Psykeout's smile broadens, "I seem to have that effect on people."
-Moonlight nods. "And you like it but you complain about it. And you always seem to change your mind about things on the outside, seem to have the right to go into what other people think and feel, claim you are an open book about your past, but keep your feelings shrouded in mystery."
-Psykeout shrugs, "My past is an open book, yes. My feelings about everything else are supposed to be a mystery."
-Moonlight hmphs. "Then I don't give /that/" snaps her fingers "about your past because I can't see the effects other than someone who will sit here and paint whatever picture he likes for me as long as it isn't true." She stands up and paces a bit, putting her back to Psykeout. "Maybe being a spy would have been better...."
-Psykeout shrugs, "Take your opinions, n' shove them up your aft Moonlight. I care not for them." He moves towards the elevator, his optics flickering rapidly, "I think your a spy...Nothing can change that." He moves into the elevator, and out of sight.
-Moonlight sighs again and returns to her seat. "Slaggit...this isn't my day."