October 25th, 2002
~Razelore(D), Blitzwing(D), Tracker(D), Ghost(D), Darkstorm(D), Solar(D), Omnisaber(U), 

Darkmount - Security Level
        As you emerge into the Security room, you can't help but notice that the entire area looks like a spent battle zone. It is to this place Decepticons are forced when they become too unruly for even the Empire's needs, and it is here that the Autobot unfortunate enough to be captured by Decepticons will most likely meet a distinctly unpleasant end.
        The walls have been left scorched and marked, with an occasional piece of a Transformer's armor imbedded into the walls as a reminder of the misery and woe those here will endure. Straight ahead of you is the dark and massive door leading into the confinement cells, still stained with the vital fluids of some long gone (or possibly not long gone) Transformer.


Blitzwing [Robot] [D] 
Ghost [Robot] [D] 
Razelore [Robot] [D]

Obvious Exits:
 -N- North leads to Darkmount - Elevator Shaft
 -W- West leads to Darkmount - Interrogation Room

-Moonlight peeks her head into the room in the way that most people do when they're looking for someone or something in particular, but don't feel like actually going into every single room and doing a complete search. She's still missing her hat, so it isn't hard to tell her expression, which is currently rather neutral.
-Razelore looks around, "Oh my, an audience, how lovely..."
-Blitzwing growls and gets very animated "He's dirty. Do not trust him."
-Tracker steps off of the lift and nods to the Decepticons she knows and to the ones she does not know currently.
-Moonlight arches an optic ridge at Razelore. "Am I interupting something?" She looks back over her shoulder and then back into the room again. "I could just leave..."
-Razelore smiles archly, "No, its quite all right, join us."
-Ghost is standing next to Razelore, peering at blitzwing with a haughty, ice-laden violet stare.
-Razelore says, "Yes, please, do continue, Blitzwing."
-Moonlight steps fully into the room, but keeps her distance from the rest of the 'Cons. Folding her arms behind her back, she patiently watches...almost acting like an intel member for once.
-Blitzwing looks around "He was there just observing while we were getting our faces stomped in. He knew the details of the mission. He's dirty."
-Tracker steps into the not so comfy circle. Like Moonlight, she has nothing to say at this juncture. Red optics flit over from the grey female to Blitzwing and then to the other Decepticon. There is a curiosity as to whom Blitxwing speaks of but she says nothing-yet.
-Razelore says, "You're suggesting we find this Omnisabre and interrogate him?"
-Ghost ahems softly, "Blitzwing, hav eyou not noticed that Omnisaber is not yet a Decepticon.. And that as such, he does his best to remain out of any battles unless his aid is *asked* for?"
-Moonlight has always been one to let her curiosity get the better of her. "You're not still talking about Omnisaber are you Blitzwing?" She shakes her head. "I thought I told you to give that up."
-Blitzwing frowns , and looks towards the floor. "I take it I'm just being paranoid, eh?"
-Razelore says, "It's a fine quality, just don't use it to excess."
-Tracker snorts. "One cannot be too paranoid with a neutral." she interupts quietly.
-Darkstorm walks in with his terminal look on his optics.
-Moonlight takes a few steps closer to Blitzwing. "What is your problem with Omnisaber anyhow? Maybe I'm a /tad/ bit biased, but he /did/ save my aft after all. So I think my compulsion to defend him is somewhat understandable."
-Darkstorm stays standing in the entrance.
-Razelore tilts his head and looks at Blitzwing, "Do you already have a bias against Omnisabre, Blitzwing?" He makes a wide gesture to incompass the small crowd, "Something you should, perhaps, share with the group?"
-Tracker frowns. "I can understand your desire to protect a would-be friend Moonlight but he is a nuetral. Only Decepticons can be trusted. All others must be dealt with as enemies." She closes her fist and holds it close to her body. "If he was a real Decepticon why has he not approached us before? Why become one of those terrorist Autoscums? We are the one true government and it is our duty to protect ourselves from infection of Bot ideals. They would have us live as slaves!"
-Razelore glances at Tracker and makes a mental note of something.
-Moonlight glances over at Tracker. o O (OH NO! She's at it again!), but says nothing. She turns back to Blitzwing, waiting for an answer to both her and Razelore's questions.
-Darkstorm shakes his head. "Why do some still itch at a wound when there's nuthing wrong.. If something has been decided cope with it."
-Blitzwing looks around almost pleading...."Surely...one of you believe me? He's a master con mech. Whose to say this isnt some grand scheme of His?"...I actually like the guy...but He's ben sneaky...and having conversations with Bots. D D"
-Tracker continues in her speech. "They weaken us. All who have friendships with them are weakened by it. They would play upon our emotions to garner their own factions favor. She looks at Blitzwing. "Is this true? He talks to them still?" She looks incredulous. "Then why has he not been smelted before now?"
-Darkstorm shakes his head. "So who says he's giving them information, he could easily be trying to GET information."
-Moonlight reaches towards Blitzwing and pats his hand. "I think you're on the wrong track and that you should drop it."
-Ghost grows quiet as more enter. her otpics slowly begin to loose that icey veneer, shading back to her usual lavender touched with twilight. A brow lifts, "He is being watched, Blitzwing. That is all I can say for now."
-Blitzwing pats Moonlight's hand. "I'll reserve my judgement until further information comes foward." He turns to Ghost and Raze. "I trust Intel's judgement on this matter."
-Razelore smiles, "So very kind of you to do that, Blitzwing..."
-Ghost glances sidelong at Razelore, lips curving into a crooked smile.
-Moonlight smiles up at Blitzwing. "Smart move. I like you, but I don't want to become vexed with all your accusations."
-Darkstorm just stays silent leaning against the wall.
-Razelore says, "I would so hate to think you had lost all faith in my division..."
-Blitzwing looks around again. "Ya'll think I'm goin crazy eh?"
-Tracker shakes her head at him. "No."
-Moonlight shakes her head. "Not crazy. You just need to justify the pain that happened to you. Makes sense to me. But when we tell you to drop it, you really should. Makes things easier that way, don't you think?"
-Blitzwing shakes his head. "Aint about justifying my pain. Imma big boy. I'll slag every last one of those bots if I got to...I just am rather weary we are all putting down our defenses to a mech who has no loyalty to the empire or her cause."
-Razelore says, "If we find he isn't completely loyal to the Empire, then he is dealt with. I always welcome a chance to enlarge my pantry..."
-Solar walks in never saying a word and just leans next to the door.
-Omnisaber walks off the elevator casually, a large grin upon his face, looking at the large group of 'Cons assembled, "Did someone just call me? I could've sworn someone just called me..."
-Omnisaber mutters to Solar: "... thing ... ... I've ... ... for ... - can give ... ... ... at the Surge ..."
-Moonlight frowns slightly...she isn't really fond of all the threatening and accusing and...preaching. She turns to leave and practically bumps into Omnisaber as he enters. "Oh, hello there," she says, blinking.
-Solar nods once.
-Blitzwing thinks about the last time he said afthole...nop nope nope."
-Tracker stiffens a bit as the neutral enters the area. She is speaking with several Decepticons about a certain subject.
-Razelore smiles, widely, "Well, look what we have here. This is becoming festive, isn't it?"
-Blitzwing says, "Lo' there Omnisaber.""
-Moonlight shudders. "/I/ think it's getting crowded."
-Ghost takes a slow, lingering glance around at the security level before her gaze once again rests on Razelore. her lips curve into a smirk, "My dear commander.. Perhaps this is not the best time for me to.. make my report request.."
-Tracker snorts. "I am going down to the arena to practice.' She steps past Omnisaber with a curt nod.
-Omnisaber raises an optic ridge, looking about smiling as he backs into the direction of the lift, chuckles softly almost forced, "Oh, my apologies...didn't mean to interrupt...anything...I'll just .... be going .... now...?"
-Razelore says, "Understood ma'am, I await your convenience."
-Ghost shrugs, "whenever... more soon er than later I do hope."
-Moonlight smiles slightly to herself. "Wait Omni, I'll go with you."
-Razelore says, "Of course."
-Omnisaber turns and walks out the door, S-L-O-W-L-Y enough for Moonlight to catch up, before entering the lift.

Darkmount - Elevator Shaft
        You step into the reinforced lift and note immediately the large Decepticon sigil etched into the back wall as a reminder to all of where they are and why they serve the great Empire.

        There is a control panel near the door for selection of your desired destination.


Omnisaber [Robot] [U]

Obvious Exits:
 -6- leads to Darkmount - Launch Platform
 -5- leads to Darkmount - Security Level
 -4- leads to Darkmount - Medical and Science Level
 -3- leads to Darkmount - Barracks
 -2- leads to Darkmount - Command Level
 -1- leads to Darkmount - Tunnel

-Omnisaber sighs a breath of relief, smiling and shaking his head he looks over at Moonlight, "I won't even ask what that was about..."
-Moonlight grins at Omnisaber. "Good. That means I don't have to lie or outright refuse to tell you." She winks.
-Omnisaber smirks and nods, "That's alright, you saying what you just did tells me MORE than enough...not that I'm altogether happy about it, but I'll live."
-Moonlight chuckles. "Or just die and come back, right?" She looks at the elevator panel. "Where ya headed?"
-Omnisaber shrugs and looks over at the control panel, "I have no idea really. I'm having one of those cycles...oh well. Any suggestions?"
-Moonlight nods her head and hands Omnisaber a note. "I talked with a few people down in the 'Fields. There's a name of a fellow on that pad and where he stays. He seemed the most reasonable of the lot."
-Omnisaber pulls two 'million cred' chips from subspace, places them on the note, folds it in half and hands it back to her, smiling, "And tell you what, we just skipped negotiations. We'll just offer him the two million and leave it at that."
-Moonlight blinks. "Where'd the other mil come frome?"
-Omnisaber smirks, "From myself of course. You don't think the million I won was a lot, do you?"
-Moonlight shrugs. "Not really, but you didn't really have the chance to /lose/ anything making it, so it seemed easier to accept somehow. Does that make any sense to you?" She pauses. "I may be a smuggler, but that doesn't mean I don't have any ethics at all."
-Omnisaber nods softly, "Makes complete sense. Actually, the second million came from investing the first million. It's still not really a whole lot mind you, but it's what I decided to keep on planet when I did my 'banking' yestercycle.  Omnisaber says, "In fact, I was going to give Solar one and a half million back...figured it would be the right thing to do."
-Moonlight shrugs and takes the note and the creds inside. "Okay then. You want me to just go ahead and set the place up then? Do a bit of tasteful remodelling and such?"
-Omnisaber smiles and shrugs, "Up to you. Whatever you'd prefer. Might I suggest having a small bar inside the brewery for tasting or sampling? It'll drive business up considerably. Besides, we've already got someone who'll order from us, so all is well."
-Moonlight nods. "You mean Solar? Have you already talked to him?"
-Omnisaber chuckles and shakes his head, "Nope, not Solar. You know the interstellar bar I own. As soon as you suggested the idea, I had Assembly let all the regular customers know we'd be having a new house special soon enough."
-Moonlight nods her head. "Just checking." She tucks the note and the creds away.
-Tracker steps onto the elevator and pushes the 6 button.
-Moonlight nods politely to Tracker.
-Omnisaber nods briefly to Tracker, backing himself into one of the corners of the lift.
-Tracker nods back and steps off the lift at the sixth floor. She gives Omnisaber a strange look.
-Moonlight watches Tracker go with a sigh. "Well, we should go /somewhere/ or else people will complain that we're taking up space."
-Omnisaber shrugs and covers his optics with one hand, the other circling around the numbers pressing upon the button for the 5th floor.
-Moonlight eyes Omnisaber. "Ummmm, you just pressed the button for the security level..."
-Omnisaber uncovers his eyes and sighs, "Oh...so I did. Oh well...BACK to the security level. I can give Solar his money now and get it out of the way."
<Decepticon> Razelore says, "Do any other Decepticons wish to compete for the role of Commander of Intelligence? If so, report to me immediately."
<Decepticon> Razelore says, "No one? Very well, you have passed by an enlightening opportunity..."
-Moonlight nods. "If you say so."
-Razelore transmits: 'I would like a word with you at your conveinience.'.
-You transmit 'Where are you right now?' to Razelore.
-Razelore transmits: 'Still in the Security Level.'.
-You transmit 'On my way.' to Razelore.
-Moonlight excuses herself. "I'm being summoned."

Darkmount - Security Level
        As you emerge into the Security room, you can't help but notice that the entire area looks like a spent battle zone. It is to this place Decepticons are forced when they become too unruly for even the Empire's needs, and it is here that the Autobot unfortunate enough to be captured by Decepticons will most likely meet a distinctly unpleasant end.
        The walls have been left scorched and marked, with an occasional piece of a Transformer's armor imbedded into the walls as a reminder of the misery and woe those here will endure. Straight ahead of you is the dark and massive door leading into the confinement cells, still stained with the vital fluids of some long gone (or possibly not long gone) Transformer.


Razelore [Robot] [D] 
Ghost [Robot] [D]

Obvious Exits:
 -N- North leads to Darkmount - Elevator Shaft
 -W- West leads to Darkmount - Interrogation Room


-Moonlight wanders back into the security level, hiding a frown. She /really/ doesn't like this room.
-Razelore smiles, "Ahh, thank you for coming. What are your current orders?"
-Moonlight shrugs. "Nothing really. There's always someone better to do the job after all..."
-Ghost is standing near Razelore still, arms folded over her chest, optics a light lavender...
-Razelore crosses his arms, and looks at Moonlight, "I do have something for you to do."
-Moonlight nods her head. "I'm listening."
-Razelore says, "You work mainly for Solar now?"
-Ghost keeps her poker face.
<Decepticon> Solar says, "This seems like the opportune time for free drinks at the Surge. I say its the opportune time, because I didn't get shot."
-Moonlight nods her head. "Usually...but sometimes we have a difference of opinion."
<Decepticon> Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Is that really so rare that you need to celebrate it?"
<Decepticon> Solar says, "Anytime Razelore is holding the trigger and I'm not hurt at the end of it then yes"
<Decepticon> Tracker says, "No thank you. I am...busy."
-Razelore says, "I wish for you to 'help' him in his drinking establishments, actual Cybertronians can work better than his recording devices. Invite Darkstorm in for a few free drinks, see what he's up to. He's realized he nearly made a deadly mistake, I wish to know why he decided he could be the head of my happy little family. Keep an optic on Solar as well, I trust him even less now."
-Moonlight arches an optic ridge. "Okay. But what if he tells me to go away? He /is/ directly in my command. Wouldn't that look a little suspicious if I suddenly refused to listen....wait, never mind. I never listen anyhow."
<Decepticon> Lieutenant Moonlight says, "I'll be there in a bit.  Anyone else going to tag along?"
-Razelore smiles, "Then everything should be just fine."
-Moonlight chuckles. "That's funny. Most people don't like the fact I have trouble listening..."
-Razelore says, "Depends entirely upon whom you listen to, not listening to me, well... that could go very badly for you. But not listening to someone else so you can follow my orders, I have little problem with that."
-Moonlight nods. "Just out of curiosity, what if someone higher up in the ranks than you tells me not to listen to you? Do I still get the blame?" She doesn't sound worried or challenging...she's just asking a question.
-Razelore says, "Shockwave doesn't always realize that he has stepped on my toes, simply report his indesgression to me and I will speak with him personally."
-Moonlight's optic ridges shoot upwards. "So, his indiscretions must be reported to you?"
-Ghost's optics glitter a moment at that, but she remains silent, observing if anything.
-Razelore says, "If he decides to counteract my orders, yes."
-Moonlight shrugs. "Okay, just so long as everyone remembers I'm just the little pawn and that I'm not doing this because I think tampering with the higher-ups is a good idea..."
-Razelore says, "Of course. I believe that's all."
-Moonlight nods. "Then I'm on my way to the Surge." She gives a quick little wave to those present and heads out, humming a little tune. No saluting and grovelling for /this/ femme.
-Ghost watces Moonlight turn to leave, saying softly, "I like that one."
-Razelore says, "She's interesting, I think she'll do a lot better than she thinks."
-Moonlight just continues humming as she waits for the elevator and enters it when the doors open...