October 8th, 2002
~Blitzwing(D), Omnisaber(U)

Darkmount - Repair Bay

     Much like the adjacent research lab, the equipment here is showing signs of age, but is kept in a serviceable condition. Two automated repair drones lie against the far wall, though each is obviously missing a few parts...apparently they've been salvaged for someone else's benefit. The once well-stocked parts closets now contain mostly empty shelves and bins. Several dozen repair tables of various sizes are arranged in rows in the middle of the room.


AutoMedic 
Dartboard 
Serdidymus 
Medical Terminal

Obvious Exits:
 -S- South leads to Darkmount - Regeneration Spa
 -E- East leads to Darkmount - Medical and Science Level
 -W- West leads to Darkmount - Cryochamber

-Moonlight is lying on one of the medtables. She is propped up by her left elbow and is watching the door. Idly she is stacking the things on the table beside her into a little tower thing, carefully making sure each new addition doesn't topple the work in progress.
-Blitzwing sneaks up behind the preoccupied femme. "BOO!"
-Moonlight glances up. "It's kinda pointless to sneak up on someone who is watching the door fella," she comments, apparently undisturbed.
-Omnisaber enters the repair bay casually, looking about, and noticing a few people he recognizes smiles, his face plate dangling off the side of his face.
-Blitzwing grins. "Can I ask ya something?"
-Moonlight shrugs with the shoulder she isn't leaning again. "Sure. Shoot...and I mean that in a purely metaphorical way."
-Blitzwing replies.... "Umm...the other day you and Swivel seemed amicable talking alll friendly, and then I walk outside and you two were tearing each other to pieces. What Happenened?"
-Moonlight sits up straight. "Um...let me think." She puts a finger to the side of her head and taps it a few times. "Maybe I was just a /little/ distressed at the fact that a Decepticon /willingly/ gave his sword to an Autobot...."
-Omnisaber tries not to interrupt the conversation, walking over to one of the medical terminals where the 'head' repair drone is working, beginning to chat up a conversation.
-Blitzwing waves to Omni, fore responding to Moonlight. "Whats that supposed to mean?"
-Omnisaber waves back at the two, engaged in his little conversation, 'allowing' the other two some 'semblance' of privacy, even if he's half listening.
-Moonlight shrugs. "Gee, I always thought that giving a weapon to the 'enemy' was a bad idea." She shakes her head. "But I guess /you're/ the warrior, so you're the expert."
-Blitzwing's optics turn a firey red. He snorts "Great nother one accusing me of desertin the cause. 1. She aint really A bot, and 2 incase you forgot....I AM A WEAPON!" He redecorates the repair bay by putting his fist through a wall to punctuate his rant.
-Moonlight swings her legs around so they're dangling off the side of the table. She winces slightly because she's far from being in top form. "I never said /anything/ about deserting the cause...now did I?" Her tone is calm, but there is a bit of angry steel in it.
-Omnisaber sighs softly and raises a solitary finger to the repair drone, signifying the old 'just one minute' finger, making his way over to where the two 'Cons are 'arguing'/conversing, "Hey you two...listen. Blitz, Moonlight here is merely looking out for your best interests....oh, and please don't destroy the repair bay...having enough problems fixing the people in it. As for you Moonlight, no need to question him regarding his actions. They are his decisions, and as long as they don't harm anyone...wait a second. Why am I interfering? Don't mind me." smiling softly he begins to turn around heading back toward the med terminal."
-Blitzwing snaps "Your interfering cause you like to." He's entering that if Im miserable everyone will join me mode. "What? What did I do that was so disgusting? Not maul a femme? What kind of barbarian you think I am? Why dont I just go to the Bot's quarters and slaughter their kidlets for Primus sake?"
-Moonlight folds her arms. "That's not the point. You don't have to /kill/ her or anything, but it is rather unwise for you to just hand over a weapon like that...As for slaughtering kidlets, that is too awful to even joke about..."
-Omnisaber chuckles softly at Blitzwing's accusation, "Hardly. I merely don't like seeing my friends arguing over things...."
-Blitzwing shakes his head. "I...uggh. FRAG! Everything I do...I get yelled at."
-Moonlight seems rather aggitated. "You still don't get at. We yell at you because we don't want you to end up going completely insane and then dying because of it." Her voice rises and becomes rather shrill as she speaks. She glares at Blitzwing from under the brim of her hat.
-Blitzwing shrugs. "I dont get it. Stand toe to toe with Magnus, beat Thumper to death, leave Bots laying all over the place, and everyone thinks im going to get myself killed." He grins, yanks Moonlight's hat holding it above her.
-Moonlight gives Blitzwing a reproachful look as her hat is suddenly not where it's supposed to be. "Now that's just not playing fair," she complains...then sighs. "It doesn't matter how tough someone is...when your mind starts to go anyone can just come along and cut you to bits."
-Omnisaber sighs and shakes his head, interrupting once again, "Hi there...sorry to interrupt again...but there's no point in berrating Blitzwing here. He's been talked to enough. He knows what he's doing...and besides, if he says she's not really a 'Bot, mayhaps he has some sort of plan to get her on the side of the 'Cons. Either way, shouldn't one have faith and trust in ones friends?
-Moonlight turns to Omnisaber and makes a face. "Nope. When you trust your friends they end up getting killed. If you hound them constantly at least you /know/ they are still there to hound."
-Omnisaber shrugs, "True enough."
-Blitzwing puts the hat on his head. "Heres lookin at you kid!" Clearly he aint taking her very seriously. He puts the hat back on her head.
-Moonlight grumps. "For someone who's been getting in trouble you don't seem to be very upset..."
-Blitzwing points to the dent in the wall. "We're running low on walls me lady."
-Moonlight glances at the dent. "Your handiwork?"
-Blitzwing says, "Aye."
-Moonlight shrugs. "So, exactly who /has/ been giving you a hard time over this little matter?"
-Blitzwing frowns "Everyone."
-Moonlight sighs. "That wasn't very helpful. Okay, who /hasn't/ been giving you trouble?"
-Omnisaber raises his hand, as he continues to chat with the repair drone.
-Blitzwing replies "Shockwave, Omnisaber, and Solar."
-Shockwave is currently laying on a medical table, going through the final stages of repair, the two final stages being rest and relaxation. It's good to be a ranking officer, since you're considered important enough that all your systems are double-checked, rather than receiving a quick patch job and being sent back out to the front lines (Except in special situations). Although conscious and active, Shockwave is unmoving, the only sounds coming from his section of the room are the silent hum of the various computers that monitor his systems.
-Moonlight hmphs. "That's a rather short list. Makes sense why you're so edgy about it. But to be honest with you, it's a personal thing with me. It goes beyond the idea of Con and Bot."
-Blitzwing tilts his head. "Do tell."
-Omnisaber takes a cursory glance over at Shockwave, before talking to the repair drone, asking various questions regarding repair procedures and the what not.
-Moonlight lies back on the bed and relaxes. "I think she's the one who drove Psykeout to the edge...and I wouldn't wish that on anyone again. That femme is nothing but trouble..."
-Shockwave is currently laying on a medical table, unmoving and silent as he awaits for the computers to finish their various diagnostics and confirm that he is stable and able to resume his duties as Commander.
-Novastar walks into the the room, fumbling with a small piece of electronics, "Anyone seen the calibration scale...?" Novastar pauses in his tracks. The repair bay's never this crowded but for the Ever-Present Medics. Novastar searches the room, before bowing towards Shockwave, and staying back to watch the proceedings.
-Blitzwing grumbles "Well only reason Solar aint mad at me is cause he's always in trouble. And the only reason Shockwave hasnt torn me apart is cause he doesn't know. She's not that bad Moonlight. Im tellin ya shes a good kid."
-Moonlight frowns slightly. "That's why she's trouble. She's probaly the only one on this entire slagging planet that isn't 'such a bad kid'. We've all got to be part rotten to live here you know. She doesn't fit. She should go far far away so she doesn't taint the rest of us with her 'goodness'." It isn't clear whether she is being sarcastic or not, her voice is deadpan and reveals nothing.
-Blitzwing replies "No really, shes different! I think she cares."
-Moonlight snaps her fingers. "That's exactly it. And that makes her dangerous."
-Novastar's processor may not be the fastest, but he thinks he's caught up by this point, and crosses his arms in anticpation of Blitzwing's imminent comeuppance.
-The computers suddenly emit a long, shrill beeping sound, followed by static as medics suddenly panic. Approaching the table that Shockwave lays on. Their fears are brushed aside as Shockwave sits up, pulling the diagnostic cables free from their places along his body and rising, his purple legs swinging over the floor as Medics move to avoid the silver and purple boots. Sliding off the table, Shockwave straightens up and plucks the last cable from it's place in his mid-section. Shifting slightly to test his replacement joints and flexing his fingers, first tensing them into a fist before stretching his hand out as far as possible, Shockwave looks about and sweeps his hand across, dismissing the medics and staring towards the group, his yellow optic burning from within the dark hexagonal unit that is his head. Stepping forward towards the crowd, albeit with a slightly awkward gait due to a mis-calibrated joint. "I don't know -what-, Blitzwing?" There is no sign of anger, or accusation in his voice. It is hollow, devoid of emotion or concern, although it seems laced with malice.
-Blitzwing doesnt turn around. If I pretend I didnt hear that will he go away? He slowly begins to turn around. (Slag...he's awake! Im screwed) "Hi Boss. How was the nap?" Change topic...good idea.
-Moonlight gets momentarily distracted from arguing with Blitzwing to face Shockwave. She quickly goes over her last few comments to remember if she's said anything self-incriminating lately..."Oh, heya Commander."
-Novastar bows again, "Welcome back, Lord Shockwave."
-"Time consuming. However the medics were needlessly stubborn and required a temporary stay for observation." Shockwave notes Blitzwing's hesitation and sudden shift in topic, and turns his gaze to Moonlight, "What am I unaware of?" The optic stares at the other Decepticon blankly, a yellow circle that offers no hint of emotion, not even the slightest clue on what deep thoughts lurk deep down inside, it only seems to gaze directly at it's target, almost through it. Shockwave doesn't respond to Novastar quite yet, the third Decepticon's voice seeming faint, as if it were coming from some great distance and thus was inconsequential. Shockwave's focus is on Blitzwing's secret, and he'll do what he must to extract it so that -he- may decide what threat it poses.
-Moonlight arches her optic ridges at Shockwave, and they are plainly visible because Blitzwing has her hat at the moment. "Why are you asking me? I've been in here for the past few days. I think all the gossip manages to reach here last."