October 22nd, 2002
~Blitzwing(D), Tracker(D),

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.


Blitzwing [Robot] [D] 
Novastar [Robot] [D] 
Dartboard 
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 wanders causually into the repair bay, humming a lively little tune.
-Blitzwing is laid up on a repair bay table looking like he took a rocket to the chest...wait he did.
-Moonlight moves towards Blitzwing and stops by his side, peering down at him for once.
-Blitzwing gives a feeble wave grinning at the femme from under a dented faceplate. "How you doin?"
-Moonlight smiles slightly. "A great deal better than most people I've talked to lately. How you holding up there big fella?"
-Blitzwing winks an optic, "Been better...then again I usually don't lose. This is a new thing to me. I'll be arright in a few cycles."
-Moonlight patpats his shoulder...if it doesn't look /too/ banged up that is. "Well, we all have to get used to new and unpleasant things, don't we?"
-Blitzwing looks up to her with appologetic optics. "I let everyone down...I'm supposed to dole out aft whoopins not get dropped like some kidlet."
-Novastar comes into the conversation, rubbing his backside, where several stress fractures are visible, "He's pretty tough, Blitzwing. Me, I'm wondering how I lost to a lousy SCOUT."
-Moonlight chuckles. "You dwell too much on what /should/ be, and I've found that should rarely influnces what actually does happen." She glances at Nova as he speaks up. "Scout? Which one?"
-Novastar looks at Blitzwing for a moment, hesitates, and says very quickly, "Swivel."
-Blitzwing grins somewhat amused "She's a tough little minx eh? Imma slag that big buddy of hers though. He's dead. Double dead in fact."
-Novastar points to a series of scratches on his face, "Minx is right... She also seems to have picked up some brawling tips from you..." Novastar winces as he moves slightly, "Still, if you want some help holding him down when you go after him, I'm all there..."
-Moonlight nods her head. "She /is/ pretty tough. She certainly took it to me...but that's not saying much. I'm no warrior. And who is this buddy you speak of?"
-Blitzwing gestures with his hands "Big aft Bot. Big...Thumpit...Thumper...Bumper something like that...It Doesnt matter what his name is! His name is D-E-A-D!" He then settles back down and grins "I Thought the empire had a GOOD health care plan..."
-Moonlight shakes her head. "Is he dead for any particular reason, or just the regular, run-of-the-mill excuse that he's a Bot and must therefor die?"
-Novastar holds up a finger, "Second one's the petrorabbit," he mutters. Louder, he notes, "I'm really, really impressed with Autobot intel on this one. Even with forward scanning, we nearly walked into it, they were in the best shielded spots in the tunnel. Except for Scattershot, we almost walked into a crossfire..."
-Blitzwing shakes his head and slams his fist down onto the table. "He wasted me good. Gotta avenge myself." He then sits up, grimmacing before growling at Novastar. "Rat. There's A rat! They were waiting for us."
-Novastar suddenly dohs!, and pulls out a datapad. "Speaking of rats and revenge, remember that guy over in cryostasis?" he asks.
-Moonlight smiles slightly. "Revenge is it? Will you ever get tired of that sort of thinking?" She glances at Novastar. "I sure do. He still has my hat." She sounds somewhat mournful.
-Blitzwing has a slight ephiphany. He ignores their drivel.... "Who knew about or raid and was uninvolved in the skirmish? OMNISABER IS A RAT!"
-Moonlight presses a hand rather firmly against Blitzwing's arm. "Not likely..." She frowns and her optics narrow.
-Novastar looks a bit eager, despite his injuries, "Well, since I can't fly with these injuries, I was doing some more looking into our friend, as well as the analysis provided by our tech team from the datachips we found." He taps the datapad, and displays several lines of date text and names, "We were down in the tombs of Arcadia on a recon before things went slag on us, and I took holophotos of most of the stuff. some of it was quite old, extinct Transorgs and alt-modeless Cybertronians. Anyway, I got the brainwave to cross-reference the data, since our historical records aren't great. These," he taps the screen, "showed up in both places, and have allowed me to narrow the search sufficiently. I haven't tracked down everything, but it's enough to start decrypting some of the data on the rest of the chips we found..."
-Blitzwing shrugs, and painfully lays back down. "You dont believe me Eh? Arright maybe i just need a rest...But...and it's a big but" At this point he winks at Moonlight "...If im right...theres a huge problem."
-Novastar shakes his head, "I doubt Omnisaber's a spy. He's been eager to help against the Autobots in the past, and I'm guessing his contact list has checked out, but he's picked up enough in here to plenty hamstring us more than one battle..."
-Moonlight pats Blitzwing's arm again. "I can see how it would be a problem...I would have quite a bit of trouble of turning on the fellow who saved my aft." She sighs. "Again, I have the bad habit of attaching myself to the wrong people."
-Blitzwing tilts his head looking up a tad hurt. "What? Me? Something i did?"
-Moonlight shakes her head. "Not you...you're fine. I was talking about other things. But I guess loss is the only constant in this world."
-Blitzwing pats Moonlights hand, and grins to Novastar "Guess we need more time in the sparring arena..." with that he shuts his optics.
-Novastar mock shudders, "I'm in bad enough shape without taking you on, big guy!"
-Moonlight gahs. "Mechs!" With a toss of her head she mock storms out of the room.

Darkmount - Medical and Science Level

     In the reconstruction of Darkmount, crates of supplies and surpluss tools have been stacked here in tall piles, ostensibly to get them out of the way, but they have in fact become a bit of a navigational barrier. If you are claustrophobic, this is not the place to be.
     Around you, peeking through the piles, you'll note an occasional natural rock formation poking through the walls in the room. The deeper you descend into the mountain, the harder the natural formations were to remove and some were merely left as an odd sort of decoration in an otherwise strictly functional design.


Novastar [Robot] [D]

Obvious Exits:
 -W- West leads to Darkmount - Repair Bay
 -E- East leads to Darkmount - Storage Room
 -S- South leads to Darkmount - Research Lab
 -N- North leads to Darkmount - Elevator Shaft

-Novastar staggers through the room, headed towards the research lab again. He notes Moonlight, "You had the right idea. They need rest..."
-Moonlight looks over at Novastar. "They? I know Blitzwing is big, but he's only one mech."
-Novastar is standing talking quietly with Moonlight outside the repair bay. He looks intact, except much of his outer armor is covered with stress fractures.
-Novastar looks confused, then realizes, "Well, the others were being fairly quiet in there in the background... Most of the people from that attack are in a lot worse shape than me. I got battered by sonics. THEY got battered by Ultra Magnus and an angry Technobot."
-Moonlight nods her head. "And they seemed much more rested anyhow. Blitzwing does have quite the temper on him."
-Tracker stalks out from the elevator lift. Her optics move over the two occupants of the hallway fiercely. As the lift doors close behind her, she takes a position standing next to the wall, listening to the conversation.
-Novastar shrugs helpleslly, "He's... well, he's Blitzwing. He's like a poster of how the Autobots see Decepticons... except I think that's how he sees himself so that's how he acts... This is better told by a philosopybot or something."
-Moonlight nods. "I see what you mean." She takes a moment to wave to the person who just entered before continuing the conversation. "But I wonder if he knows it."
-Novastar chuckles, "This is Bltizwing... I've seen him drink whole bars under and not act the least tipsy... You have to wonder how much in there's sort of sealed off."
-Tracker peers at Moonlight and her gesture. Her mouth opens ever so slightly and she does not wave back. It seems to stun her that anyone waved at all. A suspicious look crosses her face and her arms fold over themselves in front of her chest.
-Moonlight makes an 'oh' face at the stranger. "Not exactly friendly, are you?" she asks.
-Novastar pauses and turns around, wondering what's going on, and sidesteps to observe the new arrival to the area. "Hmm... newly rebuilt?" he says, not unkindly.
-Tracker shakes her head strongly at them. "No. I am from Polyhex." She says Polyhex as thought it were a foreign term to her. Her head tilts testing out how the phrase sounds. "I have spent much time on the fringes."
-Moonlight ahs. "Don't they teach you how to wave on the fringes?"
-Novastar snorts slightly under his breath. "Nothing wrong with the fringes, there, you two. I used to LIVE there before joining up, Moonlight and...um, I don't think I got your name, ma'am?" he prompts.
-Tracker frowns. "Tracker." She gives Moonlight a disagreeable look. "Social niceties are not a warrior's perogative. I fight. I kill. I report back. That is all I need to know."
-Novastar blinks in surprise at the coldness, "Please tell me you at least drink... or you're going to have some trouble fitting in around here," he says half-jokingly.
-Moonlight hmphs. "You must be native to Cybertron...that sort of mind-set is definately this planet's trademark."
-Tracker nods her head. "There is a nuetral here called Omnisaber. What do you two know of him and his place in our base? I did not think we brought home strays." She cannot keep out the derision from her voice.
-Moonlight frowns and puts her hands on her hips. "He's not a stray. He's here because he first saved my aft then aided us in the battle at Crystal City. He's interested in joining the 'Cons and is just waiting for official acceptance."
-Novastar points a finger at Moonlight, "You know, some of us do aspire for more than this hunk of metal," he says, a bit bitterly, before swivelling to Tracker. "Omnisaber has been working for us for sometime. He just recently, after a bit of effort, received full clearance to and from Darkmount. He's no stray, and he's very nearly a Decepticon."
-Novastar stretches slightly, joints popping. "Much as I'd like to continue debating Omnisaber's considerable merits... I do need to get down for a recharge. See you two later, then.."
-Tracker nods her head. "And what is your function that you cannot fight for yourself?" There is no malice, just curiousity.
-Moonlight taps her chest. "I'm a smuggler."
-Tracker nods. "I see. What do you smuggle exactly?" Tracker looks at her trying to place her in the warrior's memorybacnks. Not coming up with a match, she sighs and waits for an answer. "Are you on planet or off planet in your dealings?"
-Moonlight grins. "I smuggle whatever needs it, wherever it is needed. When I'm not smuggling I do a bit of casual observing and info gathering. Not much to speak of. Some people think I'm a spy...most people think I'm just a harmless femme who likes to visit the bars. I'm just fine with that assumption..."
-Tracker inclines her head. "Ah I see. I do a bit of business, unofficially if you will, myself. Most sales of Autobot parts to offworlders. In some regions they are considered faddish items. Let's hope they stay in style." A chuckle starts in her chest and erupts softly.
-Moonlight chuckles as well, but not quite as softly. "I doubt you'll ever run out of supplies."
-Tracker breaks out into a hearty laugh. "Let us hope not. They fetch quite the price and I am not oppossed to accepting the creds or energon for their pieces. They are only scrap after all."
-Moonlight grins wryly. "At least you don't feel the need to carry them about your person and wave them in peoples faces as though they were the world's most important thing."
-Tracker snickers. "No the best heads are kept in my quarters as collectibles of war but I do not carry them on my person."
-Moonlight shrugs. "I guess it would be too much to expect you'd give up the national passtime of collecting body parts, now would it?"
-Tracker laughs. "Yes. As long as they keep fetching a good price, I will always look for them, hunt them down and exterminate them. They are nothing to us and should be treated as such."
-Moonlight hmphs. "Nothing eh? You don't hate them?"
-Tracker shakes her head. "They are just drones really. Kill them all."
-Moonlight shrugs. "Contempt or hate...I'm not sure which is worse."
-Tracker chuckles. "I would have to care to hate them. I don't. They are a menace like a transorg is a menace. We will deal with them by destroying them, like all menaces."
-Moonlight nods her head. "Fair enough."
-Tracker smiles. "Do we have any prisoners currently?"
-Moonlight thinks for a moment. "I don't think so...not exactly anyhow. Some Bot who defected is being held in the cells as a 'guest'. I don't know where that's going though."
-Tracker nods her head shortly. "Ah, another outsider." Her face srews up into a frown. "That is just so...great."
-Moonlight arches an optic ridge. "Don't like outsiders eh? How long before someone stops being an outsider and starts being an insider?"
-Tracker shrugs. "When they kill an Autobot."
-Moonlight frowns again, more slightly this time. "And it all comes down to the killing again, doesn't it?"
-Tracker nods. "This is war. What else is there but killing. I will not look upon them as anything but prey. To do so would invite treasonous thoughts into my head. And then I would be no better than the Autobots."
-Moonlight folds her arms. "Well, not everyone is a warrior...not everyone is good at killing. Do they have to prove their worth and their loyalty by the same measureing stick?"
-Tracker nods. "This is war. Everyone must kill. Who can say they have escaped one death during these millions of years? What sort of coward would hide from their destiny that long?"
-Moonlight taps her chest again. "I can. I haven't been here long enough. I haven't been infected by the killing habit of this planet."
-Tracker shakes her head. "You are young then. Soon you too will have energon spilt upon your hands and the dying at your feet. It is our way of life."
-Moonlight grins broadly. "Not so young. I'm not native to Cybertron. I had another life elsewhere before I came here."
-Tracker snerks. "You are young to our way of life then. But you will adapt or die and count yourself among the fallen."
-Moonlight shrugs. "Maybe, maybe not. But I'm going to test my luck and push it as far as it will go before giving myself up as a lost cause. I've discovered that I'm fairly resiliant."
-Tracker queries, "Lost cause?"
-Moonlight nods her head. "Yeah. If I can survive without conforming, then that will put a smile on my face."
-Tracker laughs. "You will be assimilated teh same as the rest."
-Moonlight shrugs. "We'll see now, won't we?"
-Tracker steps away from the wall and nods to Moonlight. No wave yet. "Yes we will." She exits the hallway and goes back intot he lift.