October 24th, 2002 ~Omnisaber(U), Nosecone(A), Tracker(D), Solar(D), Enfilade(D), Starfire(U) The Wild Surge - Bar Dimly lit and noisy, Dead End's only bar is never lacking in patrons. While the energon isn't of the best quality, many of the chemical additives are unique to the place, and so highly prized by those who can afford them, even outside of the city. For those less affluent, the wall behind the bar still offers old, contaminated energon and various forms of crude-grade fuel as well as the more acceptable low and high grade energon, plus some interesting compounds that are better left to the imagination. Omnisaber [Robot] [U] Obvious Exits: -O- Out leads to Dead End - North Strip -Moonlight is sitting at a table with a few others, watching a couple of mechs armwrestle. A few people are collecting creds and jotting down notes; obviously a bit of betting is going on. -Omnisaber is laying down at the table he was at last night, sleeping perhaps, or maybe just resting his optics as they're clearly not on. -Moonlight isn't paying attention to Omni at the moment...last time she checked he was still unconscious. Her optics are currently riveted to the wrestlers. She seems to be cheering one of them on, but she could just be yelling for fun. -Omnisaber raises his head slowly, shaking it ever so slightly. That was a much needed rest, regardless of the festivities the night before...wait a second. Night. Before. Uh oh. Omnisaber quickly jumps up, looking about frantically, patting himself down, only after a few moments calming down, smirking and placing a hand behind his head, spin-turning to see Moonlight watching some arm wrestling match. -One of the mech's hands goes down with a slam. The crowd around them errupts into a series of cheers and shouts of anger. Moonlight mutters to herself and hands over some credits. Some of the people clap the winner on the back, and others give the loser some dark looks. Slowly the crowd breaks up and Moonlight heads over to Omnisaber, giving him a smile since he is conscious enough to recieve it. -Smirking, Omnisaber dashes forth, about to open his arms to perhaps hug Moonlight, but deciding against it, instead moving into the seat of the loser, and calling Moonlight over, "Hey now, how about you bet again, this time you just might win." -Moonlight shakes her head. "Naw. That was a one time thing. They wanted to settle something between them, and everyone else decided they wanted to make a little cred from it. Nothing big." -Omnisaber smirks and turns to the winner, "Hey tall dark and ugly, what say you and I go a round, huh?" turning back to Moonlight as the 'winner' begins to fume, "There, now him and I have something to settle." -Moonlight just shakes her head with a low chuckle. -Omnisaber smirks back at the other mech, mocking cracking knuckles before placing his elbow on the table in a stance ready for an arm wrestling match, the other mech all to eager to get into this grasping Omni's hand firly his own elbow resting on the table. Omnisaber is looking over at Moonlight smiling as the other mech begins the match, pushing Omni's hand towards the right, but Omni not even bothering to notice until the pushing becomes a little too obvious turning back to the match to attempt to recover. -A group of mechs, seeing that a new game is about to commence, rushes over to where Omnisaber and the winner of the last match are sitting. Again, the notes are taken over bets and the anticipation can be felt in the air like a force of energy. Moonlight places her own, small bet. She enjoys the thrill of betting, but not enough to go crazy with her credits. -Omnisaber mockingly yawns as he attempts to recover from the large oafish mech's current winning standing. -Omnisaber's hand goes lower still, raising an optic ridge at the mech across from him, "You know, you're a freakish brute of a mech. I take it your mother gave Unicron a run for his money..." still making this look all effortlessly as the larger former winner mech seems to have the upper hand and then some. -Moonlight watches rather intently, hoping that Omnisaber is as good at arm wrestling as he is at drinking yucky things. -Omnisaber chuckles softly to himself, if he's going to lose, he's doing so in style, turning towards the door to the Surge and waving at those coming in, not paying any attention whatsoever on the match he's in. -Those mechs who bet on Omnisaber are getting loud, shoutting for their man to try harder. No one likes losing creds after all. Moonlight cheers Omnisaber on with an old fashioned, "You can do it." -Omnisaber seems to have thrown the other mech off with his complete non-chalant attitude to the match, Omnisaber still not really paying attention to the match, instead catering to the 'fans' around him, smiling, waving, and still armwrestling all the while. -Moonlight continues to watch the arm-wrestling match, ignoring the mechs jostling her from all sides in the commotion. Unlike Moonlight, some of these mechs have quite a bit riding on the match. Things could get ugly if Omnisaber doens't at least /look/ like he's trying. -Omnisaber is armwrestling some large boorish mech, while many onlookers watch and cheer, Moonlight being one of them. Omnisaber smiling and waving to the crowd as opposed to paying attention to the match, currently winning while the other mech seems quite annoyed and pissed. -Omnisaber turns back to the match at the last moment, a smirk upon his face as he slams the larger mech's hand down on the table, nodding softly, before turning back to the crowd for a final 'wave' - beginning to stand up from the table. -Nosecone steps in the door, politely but firmly pushing his way through the noisy crowd. What's he doing here? It's a bar! What excuse does he need? Almost wading through the throng of mechs, he makes his way towards the bar, wondering what all the commotion is about over at the table. Nosecone obviously hasn't seen Omnisaber yet. Lucky him. -Again the response of the crowd is a mix. Those who won are cheering, some of them clapping Omnisaber on the back. Those who lost are giving the loser dark looks, and there are quite a few of them. They had thought if he won once, he would win again...they were wrong. -Nosecone finally reaches the bar, leaning to prop it up like any good barfly. Waving down the bartender, he relaxes further, peering into the gloom as he sips at a beer. That shadowy figure looks familiar somehow.. -Omnisaber shakes hands with a few of those who apparently won big, being his normal showy self. Smiling not only for them, but for himself - the entire thing reminding him of the old days in the games, he makes his way past the crowd to smile at Moonlight, "So, did I do okay?" -Moonlight elbows her way through the crowd to stand next to Omnisaber. "That you did," she says with a smile and a quick hug. -Nosecone catches a glimse of Moonlight's familar figure as she moves to embrace... "Well I'll be damned" Nosecone mutters, finally catching sight of Omnisaber, face going from good-natured idolence to stony anger in 2.5 nanoseconds. Knocking back his beer he straightens up.. and pauses. -Omnisaber hugs her close, continuing to smile before letting go and gesturing towards the bar to get a drink, and still smiling stopping as he notices Nosecone, the smile not budging - at best it becomes wider. -Moonlight follows Omnisaber towards the bar and likewise spots the Autobot. She gives him a grin...she's in a good mood today after all. "Hello there," she greets. -Nosecone doesn't return the grin, though he nods curtly in reply o Moonlight, still glaring at Omni. "I shoulda known better than to come here." he says flatly. "Dead End's always full of vermin." -Omnisaber smirks, "Perhaps, but this is where vermin such as yourself do flee, no Nosecone?" -Moonlight grabs Omnisaber's arm and looks directly at Nosecone. "Now boys, remember to play nice in the bar..." -Nosecone takes one step forward, hands balled into fists. "Say that again, scrap-bucket. I'm not the one licking the Decepticon's skidplates." -Omnisaber smirks and shrugs, "Alright, I'll say it again. Perhaps, but this is where vermin such as yourself do flee, no Nosecone? How was that?" -Moonlight steps forward as well, to put herself directly between Omnisaber and Nosecone. She looks up at Nosecone, her optics narrowed. "Yes, it's nice that you're a Bot and I'm a Con and Omni is almost a Con, but do we /really/ have to get into all that here?" -Nosecone's optics flash, and he looks like he's about to do somthing satisfyingly violent.. until Moonlight steps right in front of him. "You worthless pile of spare parts" he growls at Omni. "I see you've got femmes fighting for you now. Or is she your babysitter?" Nosecone is deliberatly ignoring Moonlight. Or at least trying to. -Omnisaber smirks softly, "Actually, I left my harem in my space flying bar, and true enough, if they were here I'd let them fight for me just for my amusement, but that's neither here nor there. She's not my babysitter, just a friend. But still, if you intend to call me all sorts of names, then stop with the pathetic attempts to harm me with words - since words of that nature shall do you no good." -Moonlight chuckles. "I'm not fighting /for/ Omnisaber. I'm fighting for the bar. This is my happy place and you're making it decidedly /not/ happy." -Nosecone looks down at the dark femme standing between him and the object of his ire. "You mind moving, Moonlight? I got a few things to discuss with Omnisaber here" he says bluntly. "We can take it outside if you want." -Moonlight shakes her head. "No, I don't think I'll move. I'll stand right here...don't you know it's against the rules to fight? Well, too much anyhow." -Omnisaber smirks, "Actually, it's against the rules to fight in a public place...then again, he didn't mention a fight. He mentioned a discussion." -Moonlight looks back over her shoulder at Omnisaber. "I've learned in my life that discussions are very rarely verbal." -Nosecone nods, hands still clenched. "Yeah, I got some things to discuss" he replies, though to who it's unclear. -Omnisaber smirks softly, "And I've learned, that non-verbal discussions rarely teach the initiator not to make the first move." -Moonlight arches an optic ridge. "If you don't want to fight, then you can just 'discuss' your problems right here in the bar." -Nosecone is really quite irritated. "Listen buddy, you can stand there smirking while Moonlight acts like your wetnurse, or you can come outside and we can talk this out. I'm not sayin I won't punch you in the head a few times. But at least little miss manners here won't get offended." -Moonlight waves a hand dismissively. "Bah. Little Miss Manners eh? Never been called that before." She grins. "But surely, if you just want to talk, you won't mind if I tag along then." -Omnisaber shrugs and mockingly stretches, "Whatever you want, 'buddy'. Makes no difference to me. And by all means Moonlight, tag along. I certainly don't mind..." spins around heading straight for the door, casually walking right out, adding, "Oh yeah, meet you outside." -"Fine by me" Nosecone replies. -Moonlight shakes her head as she follows the two mechs outside. Dead End - North Strip The first thing that draws the attention of most is the massive, hexagonal building that rises several stories above the other buildings in this area. This building at the end of the strip is the Karkas Arena, once the home of some of Cybertron's most famous professional gladiators. The street itself is lined with what remains of the various champions' statues, though most have crumbled or are in poor repair. This district of the city branches off into a number of small alleyways, and serves as a mostly residential area. While generally much more quiet than the rest of Dead End, the Wild Surge bar pumps out more than its share of loud music, and occasionally the roar of a crowd can still be heard from the arena during one of the rare events staged by the city. Nosecone [Robot] [A] Omnisaber [Robot] [U] Light Deal Gladiator Residential Complex Karkas Arena The Wild Surge Obvious Exits: -NE- Northeast leads to Bismuth Causeway -S- South leads to Dead End - Central Strip -Tracker flies down and lands in her robot mode. The warrior femme takes stock of the area. Derelicts, brawlers, shady deals and much worse happen here on a daily basis. Her face turns slightly sour and she heads off looking for her friends. -Omnisaber keeps his back to the door, and smiling, at least on his end, turns his head slightly to the side to see those exiting the bar with him - looking over at Nosecone comments, "So, what did you have to say?" -Moonlight stands to the side of Omnisaber and peers curiously at Nosecone. -Nosecone seeeems to have calmed down a little. But he still looks like he'd rather be punching Omni than talking to him. "Alright, listen up" he snarls, following Omni out of the bar. "Back in Crystal City. You lied to me, you pile of factory seconds. You didn't even bother to explain yourself, just descided to play a complete sneaky exaust-hole." -Tracker sees a rather familiar figure and makes her way carefully over to the little happy group. Her optics flicker to the unknown mech in their midst. As she nears them, she listens to the conversation. -Omnisaber sighs, and shakes his head, "Normally I'm incapable of lying, but the situation demanded that I play things extremely cautiously. I sincerely apologize for that, and hope in time you can forgive me, however, no need to resort to calling me factory seconds...it's just not nice." Omni spins around on his heel, merely smiling, "Your people have given me little in the way of choice as of late, but that's neither here nor there." -Moonlight looks over Nosecone. "Does it bug you more that he lied to you or that he's fallen in with us 'horrible' Decepticons?" -Nosecone bristles again. "Like you gave us a choice! Slag! I shared a ciggy with you, while I was onlookout.. huh! I shoulda been lookin closer!" He shakes his head, turning to look over at Moonlight. "I figure he's just hanging out with you lot because he's too stupid to know better, and blew any chance of living a normal life. Decepticons are the only ones that will tolerate you now, eh Omni?" -Tracker smirks as the smuggler mentions the one true faction. A soft laugh emits from her vocal unit. "Well what do we have here? A con, a nuetral and a piece of slag." As Nosecone speaks, her snickering expression fades to be replaced by a rather evil look. "You will say our name with repsect. The Decepticons were built to lead and you were to built to serve...us." -Nosecone shoots Tracker a Look. "I ain't built to serve anyone. And this ain't none of your business. So butt out." -Moonlight balls her fists together tightly. "He's with us because of me...plain and simple. If he would have been anywhere else on the planet other than Crystal City when your pals attacked, things would have been different. Do you Autobots value friendship so little that you can't appreciate the fact he was trying to save a friend when he acted against you. It had /nothing/ to do with this pretty little thing." And she taps her Con sigil with a single finger. -Omnisaber is staring off into the sky, thinking about so many wonderous things...flashbacks returning of memories that aren't his...sighing he looks back at Nosecone, "Hrm? Sorry? That's alright Nosecone...I can't blame you for calling me names...tolerate me? HAHAHAHAHA, I don't even tolerate me. Nope. In fact...nahh...not going to say it. Ciel was right...nobody would understand. Not a one." -Tracker laughs. "Who are you to tell anyone anything? I mean look at you," She moves towards and gestures contemptuously. "A no-nothing ragtag piece of debris cobbled together by a desperate group of terrorists." Her chuckle becomes full blown laughter. -Nosecone blinks, ignoring Tracker's hollow insults as Omni goes a wee bit.. mad? "Uh.." he says, also trying to deal with Moonlight's ramblings. "Yeah.. but he didn't bother to explain himself. Just ran off, like he knew he was guilty of somthin. That's not the action of an honest mech. Maybe he belongs with your crew." -Moonlight shakes her head at Nosecone. "Okay, let's just say that, after attacking a 'Bot to save me, he walked up to the other Bots to explain themselves, and they shot him right there on the spot. Maybe that would have been the most honest thing to do, but that doesn't mean it was the smartest thing to do. You can't really expect him to do something incredibly stupid just to look good." -Tracker growls at Omnisaber. "So you are consorting with filthly rebels?" She aims her lasers between Nosecone and Omnisaber. "I would suggest you explain yourself-now." Her tone is very very cold. -Nosecone scowls at Tracker. "Moonlight, could you keep her on a leash or somthin?" -Omnisaber jumps up slightly, raising a solitary finger, "Oh my dear Nosecone I do dare refute that statement, oh yes I do....I couldn't explain myself. Of course I was guilty of aiding a 'Con. I couldn't deny that. Then again, after having died a few times, I didn't want to risk dying again, so off I fled...ahhh, fleeing. Fun fun fun fun fun. And...umm...Moonlight...I constantly do stupid things to look good." turns to Tracker, "Hmm? Consorting? Well I suppose I could hold hands with him, but that'd look a little funny, don't you think?" -Moonlight wrinkles her forehead as she gives Omnisaber an odd look. "Okay, you're all just being a bit too Cybertronian for my liking." She shakes her head. "I think you all need to calm down. Nosecone, just admit that what he did isn't worth holding a grudge. Omnisaber, be quiet for a few minutes, you're starting to worry me." She looks at Tracker. "And Omni should be joining us soon, he just needs to tie up some lose ends. I think we should give him the space he needs to do that." -Omnisaber grins, and looks back at the sky, "And I think, it's time for me to go take care of some business. You can all argue amongst yourselves, you all seem capable - I've got a date with the ladies of luck and destiny." And with that, Omnisaber begins walking away...? -Nosecone goes back to ignoring Tracker, figuring Moonlight's the only other sane person in the conversation. "He wouldn'ta been shot on sight." He pauses. "Alright, maybe a little. And your right. I can't hold a grudge anymore. Now that he's with you lot, I have to learn to hate. Cause one day, I'm gonna have to scrap you Omni. Or vise versa." He sighs. "Not today though. Unless that one.." he guestures at Tracker "..jumps me, and Omni descides to rescue another femme in trouble." -Tracker raors with laughter. "I would not need to be rescued from a scraplet like yourself. I am a warrior in my own right...and frankly I mopped the floor with that one." She nods to Omnisaber. -Moonlight frowns at Nosecone. "So it all boils down to hate again. Do you like it so much that you go looking for it before you have to?" -Omnisaber begins walking aimlessly away, sometimes going north, then stopping, then turning and going in another direction, and another, and yet another...walking SOMEWHERE apparently. -Nosecone shakes his head, still ignoring the crazy Decepticon in the corner. "Course not. But we're at war, remember? Hell, you know how odd it is that we're all standing here? Maybe whatshername over there is the only one with the right idea, sad as that may be." -Moonlight fehs. "Then I can stand to be wrong. Do you think I hate every Autobot I see?" -Omnisaber grabs his abdomen, before falling right over on the ground, ending up lying on his back still clutching his abdomen, optics quite dim. -Tracker snickers. "I guess we are to allow this coward to leave our prescence then?" She gestures to Nosecone. -Moonlight hears a sound that isn't quite right and turns to see Omni on the ground. "Okay, you two can keep playing whatever game you like. I have more important things to attend to." She rushes over to where Omnisaber is lying. -Nosecone errs... "Your lackey over there is having some trouble" he says to Moonlight, before turning to face Tracker. "Look. When I'm done talkin, I'm gonna roll right outta here. You can shoot me on the way if you like, but why waste the ammo?" -Tracker grins. "I knew you Autobots were cowards but this must be a new low...even for you." She actually does take out her weapon and aims it at him. "Don't mind if I do." -Omnisaber groans softly, shaking his head, sitting up slightly as his optics begin to shine a tad brighter, "Okay...THAT was new..." -Moonlight lets concer crease her face for a moment. "What happened?" -Nosecone shrugs. "Well, fine. Hate to bruise your ego, but this isn't the first time I've had a gun pointed at me." And with that, he transforms and begins to execute a three-point turn. -Tracker draws up her weapon and shoots off a single shot before moving in Omni's direction. She seems neither hurried to kill the Autobot or help the neutral. -Omnisaber quirks an optic ridge, looking over at Moonlight, "Moonlight? What the...? What happened? Umm...well, I remember getting shot, and it hurt quite well enough for me to be dead, but it wasn't me...and this has happened before, but not to the point where I actually FEEL it." -Nosecone ignores the bullet, which hardly leaves a mark on his armor. One measly shot isn't going to do much to a tank designed to roll up to defended fortifications. Slowly completing his turn, Nosecone's treads grind loudly as he shifts gear and begins to trundle towards Iacon at a steady pace. -Moonlight looks confused. "You're not making any sense. Is this from that stuff you drank?" -Omnisaber shakes his head smirking softly, "No, the stuff I drank didn't affect me in the least, seeing as how I didn't really 'drink' drink it...no, this is something far more strange. Something Ciel never warned me about...I'll be fine...just go stop the fight." -Moonlight shakes her head. "Who is Ciel and what does she have to do with this? And as for the fighting, trying to stop a Con from shooting a Bot is pretty hard...especially when one is a Con." -Tracker growls and transforms into her tetra bomber mode. Taking to the sky she opens her hatch and drops a bomb from it in the direction of the fleeing Autobot. There is a noise resembling a chuckle emitting from the flier. -Omnisaber smirks, before lying back slowly, optics lighting up a tad more, "Ciel...oh beautiful Ciel. You remind me of her a bit you know Moonlight...my creator. Shame she died as she died..." -Nosecone rolls right on out of the area, having being MISSED by Tracker! Neeener neener neener! -Moonlight shakes her head as Omnisaber goes unconcious. "I should take him back..." she says to no one in particular. -Novastar drops out of the sky in plane mode, suddenly swiveling around to robot mode before an easy landing. "Something on the net just dropped in about an attack here?" he asks, gun at the ready, before spotting Omni... "Uh, oh..." -Tracker nods to Novastar. "The foul Autobot has left. I struck him once before he fled without a shot." She transforms and lands on the ground. -Moonlight remains kneeling next to Omnisaber. Gently she moves her arms to rest under his neck and knees. -Novastar cranes his head slightly to the side, shakes himself, and asks, "Which one? They on an intel raid or something?" Novastar mutters to Novastar: "... Autobot? Someone ... talks like our propaganda posters?" -Tracker snorts. "I know not its name. Why bother learning when they are all to be killed instantly." She just bahs in Omni's direction. "He is a nuetral." -Novastar shrugs, "Well, considering I have had a few skirmishes with a lot of Autobots, it could tell me enough to tell YOU whether or not he's about to run back in with a few friends, or head straight back to Iacon!" -Moonlight looks up at Novastar and shakes her head. "No, no raid. Omni and I were in the bar when Nosecone came in. They started arguing and decided to take it outside. She showed up about then and got into the argument as well." -Tracker snorts. "Arguing, he should have been attacked by you as well Moonlight. Have you no loyalty to our great cause? Does the fuel pump in your chest beat for peace or for our right to dominate?" She points a finger at her. "Take care to know what side you serve." -Novastar points to the Wild Surge, "Our current highest-ranking Intelligence Officer runs this bar, and we're in neutral territory. Taking out Autoobts is critical, but it does our cause no good if the remaining Neutrals fully ally with their cause..." -Moonlight chuckles. "Oh, I know whose side I'm on. But I don't choose to be fanatical about it, that's all. So far the higher-ups haven't decided that I had to rave about the Empire to be a part of it." -Novastar turns around to check out Omnisaber, though his shoulders are shaking with laughter from the image of Decepticon pep rallys...When he feels he's got control of himself again, Novastar turns around, and looks at Tracker seriously. "Let me tell you something I got told about obsessions after I got transferred here: It's generally a bad idea. Hatred leads to blindness in combat, which leads to you being scrap..." -Tracker snorts. "There is no obsession, only duty. I live to serve and my function is to hunt and kill. I will not allow a lax attitude to sway me to weakness. What warrior would?" -Moonlight gives Novastar an odd look...people usually don't say stuff like that outright. Then she looks at Tracker. "Well, I'm not a warrior, so beating Bots up isn't really part of the job description." -Novastar folds his arms over his chest, and says, "Well, I AM a warrior, but my main duty, when not being dragooned into attacking fortfied positions," he says with a small pause and wince before continuing, "My main duty, is to guard our territory from attack, be it Autobot, neutral, alien, or transOrg..." -Tracker nods her head. "And a fine duty it is to have to guard our wonderous Empire from attack." She smiles at him, still not assisting Omnisaber. -Solar comes out and leans against the wall all in an attempt to make Tracker happy -Moonlight finally stands up, lifting Omnisaber as she does so. She's not overly strong, but neither is she weak, so she can carry Omnisaber, if only just barely. -Novastar turns to look at Moonlight, though he's trying to make sure all Omni's parts are connected before transporting. "I thought Omnisaber was about to be formally inducted, or something.." -Moonlight nods her head. "That's what I heard last time I checked." -Enfilade also comes wandering out of the WildSurge, drink in hand. -Solar says, "Omni is about to be inducted." -Tracker continues her talk. "If the nuetrals do not come to our side, they must be destroyed. None shall stand in our Lord Shockwave's mission to bring Cybertron total logical rule. We are the tools of his mission.' She places her hand on her chestplate. "We are the honored who will help build the greatest society the universe ever knew." -Solar turns his head slightly sideways smirks and says "All hail the church of Shockwave" -Moonlight is going to be sick soon if she has to listen to Tracker rave for much longer. She glances over at Solar, her movments much more slow and jerky with her burden. "Not in this condition he isn't..." -Novastar cough/chuckles into his hand discreetly, glad someone said it. He shakes himself free of just sort of looking at Tracker, and rushes to help Moonlight with Omni, "Sorry about that." he says, offering to take off the load. -Solar points south, "Moonlight take him to the Mercy Hospice. Tell em to use the expensive parts, he can afford it -Tracker snorts and promptly ignores Solar. "We should find ways to trap the scum. Even if it is one by one. They cannot hold out against us forever." She gives a strange smile at the chuckling. Tracker turns to Solar. "So I take it that drinking is far more important than the Autobot that was here?" Her tone is light with a touch of scathing in it. "I am glad you take your duties so seriously." -Moonlight nods, rather relieved to be given an excuse to leave the rather obsessed Con femme's prescence. "Anything else Solar?" -Enfilade says casually,"What's goin' on out here?" -Solar says, "Yeah tell em to use the expensive parts" -Novastar has a visor, so his optics don't go wide visibly. "History shows that when one brutally destroys all opposition, it's pretty hard to get them to agree to surrender conditions..." Hearing the Commander's question, he mutters, "Trouble in grey, that's what," before hurrying to give Moonlight an escort. -Tracker points to where Omnisaber was on the ground. "Commander. I arrived to find Omnisaber, Moonlight and an Autobot arguing outside of the bar. After the spat, the Autobot left. I shot at him twice and landed one of them. He headed in the general direction of Iacon." -Moonlight glances at Enfilade. "I'll tell you what I know after I return, if that's okay with you?" -Enfilade makes a snort through her mask. "What was the name of the Autobot unit?" She nods to Moonlight. "Very well. Dismissed." -Moonlight nods quickly and leaves with Omnisaber. -Enfilade surveys the area, and in the distance spots another figure she thinks she recognizes.... -Novastar transforms to flight mode and cruises along overhead. There may be some Autobots in the area who didn't come for drinking... -Novastar mutters to Moonlight: "... don't ... she's going ... last ... She's ..."((I don't think she's going to last long. She's crazy!)) -Moonlight nods her head. "I agree. And nauseating as well." Mercy Hospice Much improved in the past few decacyles, the rusted, decrepit walls of the hospital have been refinished and resealed. The old, stripped power couplings and relays have been replaced with used but still functional units, allowing a sufficient measure of power to the facility. Serviceable equipment, though neither the best quality nor the cutting edge of technology, has been installed and is fully operational. The same adjectives apply to the medics. Not having to contend with the constant warfare of the factions, the hospital and its personnel are capable of handling most emergencies that come their way. Obvious Exits: -O- Out leads to Dead End - South Strip -Moonlight walks into the Hospice obviously laboring under the weight of Omnisaber. -Novastar shakes his head as he holds open the door for Moonlight, "I'm really surprised she's been with us a while. You'd think the fighting would take some edge off..." -Moonlight shrugs. "I guess everyone finds a middle ground eventually. Either you don't want to fight and you learn to, or you love to fight and soon grow weary of it." Gently she puts Omnisaber on a med-bed and calls for some assistance. -Novastar nods in agreement, "That's the odd thing. She hasn't. I think the Autobots are a bit slow in the head, but slag, I wouldn't mind if we stopped dealing with the Autobots. There's plenty of means to our ends that don't involve locking horns with that bunch constantly..." -Moonlight shrugs. "I don't know about that. They wouldn't be who they are if they just sat there and let us Cons run wild over the universe." She breaks off the conversation for a moment to deal with the medics that approach. She hands over some credits and instructs them to take good care of Omni and let her know when he wakes up. Then she turns back to Novastar. "I guess we should head back then?" -Novastar groans, "I think walking up to Iacon and calling Magnus some of the words I learned from Blitzwing lately would be less painful..." Still, he starts walking out, after seeing Omni starting to be worked on, "Still, I bet our commanders might be willing to trade some leave passes if we deal with her or something..." -Moonlight chuckles. "Maybe they like her fanaticism. After all, aren't we all supposed to love the Empire more than our own mechfluids? I always figure that people who are fanatical are dangerous...both to the enemy and to their allies. But I told Commander Enfilade I'd return, so I will." -Novastar agrees, "Fanatics are pretty much like bombs with short fuses, blowing up quickly and not caring who they hurt." -Moonlight shrugs. "At least if we return quickly we'll be a nice distraction from the ranting and raving. Maybe they'll give us a promotion for it." She chuckles and heads for the front of the Surge. Dead End - North Strip The first thing that draws the attention of most is the massive, hexagonal building that rises several stories above the other buildings in this area. This building at the end of the strip is the Karkas Arena, once the home of some of Cybertron's most famous professional gladiators. The street itself is lined with what remains of the various champions' statues, though most have crumbled or are in poor repair. This district of the city branches off into a number of small alleyways, and serves as a mostly residential area. While generally much more quiet than the rest of Dead End, the Wild Surge bar pumps out more than its share of loud music, and occasionally the roar of a crowd can still be heard from the arena during one of the rare events staged by the city. Starfire [Robot] [U] Enfilade [Robot] [D] Solar [Robot] [D] Tracker [Robot] [D] Light Deal Gladiator Residential Complex Karkas Arena The Wild Surge Obvious Exits: -NE- Northeast leads to Bismuth Causeway -S- South leads to Dead End - Central Strip -Moonlight heads into the area, humming a happy tune. -Novastar returns, alongside Moonlight, grinning at some private joke... -Tracker is listening to the convos around her. -Solar walks up to stand behind Enfilade and just looks around, his optic very bright -Starfire siiiiighs. "I'm glad you're okay and stuff... That was a bad situation, and I was afraid you wouldn't make it out of Crystal City in time." She glances at Tracker, who she has never seen before, and nods politely to both her and Solar, then looks back at Enfilade. "It's a shame that the Autobots took over." -Enfilade's swingwings flare a little. "Why? What are those fraggin' Autobots doin' to my city?" -Novastar notes the agitated Enfilade, and pauses, murmuring to Moonlight, " ... ... you. ... got the list ... ... and everything..." ((See, I told you. I've got the list right here and everything...")) -Starfire shrugs. "They're there. I wouldn't ever go there now." -Solar sees moonlight return with Novastar and calls out "Hey Moonlight go tell Rotgut that we're gonna move this party inside" -Moonlight nods to Solar. "Right-o." And with that she heads back into the bar. The Wild Surge - Bar Dimly lit and noisy, Dead End's only bar is never lacking in patrons. While the energon isn't of the best quality, many of the chemical additives are unique to the place, and so highly prized by those who can afford them, even outside of the city. For those less affluent, the wall behind the bar still offers old, contaminated energon and various forms of crude-grade fuel as well as the more acceptable low and high grade energon, plus some interesting compounds that are better left to the imagination. Novastar [Robot] [D] Obvious Exits: -O- Out leads to Dead End - North Strip -Moonlight walks up to the counter and has a little conversation with Rotgot...yes, she can be a good little femme and carry out orders...once in a while. -Novastar talks to one of the bartenders for a moment before returning with something overly energetic... -Moonlight gets to work moving some tables together to fit everyone. She hums to herself as she works, jabbing the few people in the ribs that get in her way. -Novastar simply walks through the crowd. There are far larger Transformers in the room, but they tend to move out of his way. Decepticon sigils have their perks :) -Omnisaber enters the Wild Surge all casual and normal like, scanning the area as if everything were a-okay. -Solar walks over to the bar and tells Rotgut to put everything for this group on the houses tab "Belly up to the bar mechs and femmes. Things are free tonight" -Enfilade saunters in with Starfire. She sits down at the bar. "Well, Omnisaber," She says to the new arrival, "you're looking better than when I saw you last." -Novastar pulls up extra chairs to the tables Moonlight's setting up, and casually glances at the door, spitting out a mouthful of energon. "Moonlight, I think we goofed..." -Omnisaber chuckles softly, smiling, placing one hand behind his head, "Well, I was perfectly fine then, perfectly fine now...sure...that's it. I have to level with you though, I really don't like hospitals - contrary to popular belief." -Moonlight really gets into the spirit of things and even decorates the table with little nic-nacks and stuff. She glances up at Nova. "How do you figure?" -Starfire has been here more times than she can count, but not for the enerholic drinks. There is something even better to be had here, and... those are Ruby Icees. She follows Enfilade to the bar and orders two of them, pleasantly surprised to hear that they're free. At the mention of a new name, she glances up to see who it is... has she seen him before? She can't recall... -Novastar points to the door. "He's looking pretty good for an unconscious guy..." -Omnisaber quirks an optic ridge, "I was unconcscious? Oh...that's new too...hrm. Oh well." -Enfilade takes her icee and sips it contentedly, not seeming to care in the least that there's no intoxicants in the thing. It's a strange sight for the commander who has a reputation as a heavy drinker. "Hey, Starfire, you met our wandering swordsman?" -Moonlight finally sees Omni and gives him a sheepish grin. "You certainly heal fast fella." -Omnisaber bows softly upon hearing himself being referred to, still with a slightly curious look on his face regarding this whole 'unconscious bit'. -Starfire shakes her head, almost startled. The only real swordsman she knows is her cousin, but then she's prejudiced. "No, ma'am." -Solar grabs a glass of absolutely nothing and pulls out a chair at the table. He puts his feet up on the surface and knocks over a few of Moonlights brick a brac -Moonlight tsk tsks at Solar, but says nothing else. She takes seat, making sure the seats to either side of her are empty.