-Omnisaber leans closely to Moonlight, his optics constantly shifting while attempting to keep his cool and whispers, " ... I didn't ... ...  either someone knows ... ... ... past ... I  not ... who...or this ... someone ... ...  ..." ((Well, if I didn't know any better, either someone knows more about my past than I thought, not sure who...or this is someone who shouldn't be....well, around.))
<Decepticon> Solar says, "What are you two waiting for?"
<Decepticon> Lieutenant Moonlight says, "We're hearing more creepy voices yammering at Omni."
<Decepticon> Omnisaber says, "Not just any creepy voices..."
-Solar says, "So you've figured out who it is that is talking to you?"
-Omnisaber shakes his head, "Not entirely yet...but it's pretty darned familiar sounding...can't place my finger on it just yet though...still, not about to leave just yet."
-Solar says, "Are you recording it?"
-Moonlight grabs for Omnisaber's elbow. "Think...it might be important..."
-Omnisaber shakes his head to Solar, "No, didn't occur to me, been too busy trying to figure out who or what it might be to start recording..." turning to Moonlight nodding softly, "Possibly...if not, then I guess we'll find out..."
-Solar says, "You'ld better start then. Moonlight you had better stay close, but if the voices have stopped I suggest moving to the next level"
-Another whisper, this time of a male voice, still from the walls, "Mooooonlight. Do you remember me, Moooonlight? It's Swipe. Moooonlight."
-Omnisaber nods to Solar, "Well, since it stopped we might as ... well..." slowly stopping his words as he hears the new whisper...a different voice catering now to Moonlight.
-Moonlight loses her calm this time. "Swipe? But...." Her optic ridges draw together in confusion.
-Solar says, "Lets move anyways. we're not going to find Serdidymus just by sitting here and listening to voices coming out of nowhere"
-Omnisaber turns to Moonlight, an optic ridge raised, "Swipe...I remember you telling me about him...any reason why he might be here though?"
-Moonlight looks around the room. "I don't know...he was on Monacus...maybe he got away..."
-Omnisaber pops up in sudden surprise and realization, "Hold on a nano...I think I figured out who that voice was...but if it is who I think it is, that's not good. It's been too long though...nah. Couldn't be. Been so long...no, regardless, we should keep moving. Priorities and all."
-Moonlight nods her head, though it's obvious she's /very/ reluctant to leave.
-Omnisaber mutters to Moonlight: "... ... ... to leave either...but ... ... ... called ... ... to ... themselves seen ... ...  ... probably ... ... least I hope ..."(("I don't want to leave either...but if these so called voices wish to make themselves seen to us specifically, they'll probably follow. At least I hope so."))
-Moonlight sighs and moves to follow Solar out of the room.
-Omnisaber nods softly, looking back at the room, and beginning to follow Solar as well.
-Solar nods to the two technobots as the enter the room "Your group hearing voices out of nowhere?"
-Nosecone almost jumps, swinging his rifle around to target Solar and waiting for the order to fire.
-Scattershot walks in and looks at Solar, "We heard Razorflash calling to Thunderclap. But nothing more. Why? Is the big ship scaring you poor wittle Decepticons?" No Magnus, no order to not shoot, a Technobot field day.
-Omnisaber yawns mockingly, "Oh go ahead. Fire on us and potentially depressurize this particular room. Great idea." turning to Scattershot smirking, "Actually no, but we heard that you 'Bots were hearing voices and figured we'd ask to make sure you were okay."
-"Omnisaber! How could you have left me for her? You abandoned everything I taught you." That female voice again.
-Solar just shrugs and starts heading back out of the room "Nice talking to you and all"
-Moonlight balls her hands into fists. "Not scared..." She is currently wearing a big hat with a large plume on it, which makes her look rather odd.
-Omnisaber sighs and shakes his head, muttering softly, "Okay, so there's that too...." looking upwards to the ceiling, "Left you for whom? Hmmm? Listen, I'll be honest oh disembodied femme voice...I've been taught a few things by a few femmes...why don't you just introduce yourself, and we can start from the top? I've been through too much slag to start going through more."
-Solar stops on his way out, "Well there is that too"
-Nosecone's optics dart around the room, looking for the source of the voice. "Decepticon trick" he mutters. "Will open fire on your command, Shot."
-Scattershot whirls, looking around to find the source of the voice, then back to Omnisaber. Well, it's not exactly what he was hoping to find, but at least some of the Cons seem to be as freaked outwardly as he is inside.  Scattershot holds up his hand, "No shooting. Remember, stray shot?"
-Moonlight frowns deeply at Nosecone. "You /can't/! Not until I find out if Swipe's really here..."
-Nosecone grudgingly lowers his rifle, nodding at Scattershot's orders, and blinking at Moonlight's outburst. "Swipe, Moonlight? What're you babblin about?"
-Solar says, "C'mon mechs voices or no we got a comrade to save, so if you'll excuse us Scattershot Nosecone?"
-Scattershot shrugs, "I don't care. Just don't fall down a hole, Solar." A little hatred laced into his last statement, he turns back to Nosecone. "We should find Magnus."

The Aphelion - Observation Deck


     The nose of the ship, and the part most exposed to space makes for a great place to stare out to the stars, or just watch as others do. There are what look to have been very comfortable seats lining the back wall, which is the only wall in the room that is not transparant. The rest of the walls curve into a form of triangle, the nose pointing in the direction that the ship is moving. The ceiling also shows what is beyond the bulkheads, making everything but the aft bulkhead and the floor the only things not practically invisible. There is a haze over all the transparisteel, but in the glory days of this vessel, it is obvious that some mechs would sit for cycles pretending that the ship wasn't there, and that they were flying lazily through space.



Omnisaber [Robot] [D] 
Solar [Robot] [D]

Obvious Exits:
 -A- Aft leads to The Aphelion - Atrium

-Solar says, "Keep the sweep going check everything and make it snappy"
-Moonlight nods her head, though she is obviously rather distracted by the encounter with the voices. Somehow she manages to keep on task though.
-"Moonlight. You left me to die."
-Moonlight follows Solar into the next section of the dead ship. She seems on task until the next message assaults her audials. She shakes her head in denial. "No...you told me to..."
-Solar says, "Well it looks like the voices won't leave us alone Moonlight, just keep on with your task. Don't let the voice get to you"
-There's a banging noise in the corridor. Before you can worry too much what's making it, the reason becomes obvious...Enfilade. Visor down, mask up, gun in hand, muttering, "What the frag is goin' on in here? Much as I hate bein' in our shuttle this derelict junker is worse!"
-Moonlight turns to look sharply at Solar. "How can you say that? What if it /is/ Swipe? I can't leave him again........"
-Solar says, "Something grabbed Serdiddymus from the shuttle, were doing a standard floor by floor search of this hunk to find him."
-Enfilade repeats, "Something?" Something like what? Frag, I was sound asleep in my cabin. For once. Do you know how many tranqs that took? I..." She breaks off, perhaps a bit embarrassed. "Let's find him back and get the slag outta here."
-Moonlight starts tapping at the walls, trying to find where these voices are coming from...
-Solar says, "This level is clear we should be moving out. Its obvious our mech isn't here. Oh and Enfilade, forgot to tell ya theres a bunch of Bots on board as well"
-Enfilade snorts, "Charming. You really know how to make my night, Solar..." She mutters to herself, "I shoulda stayed asleep," and follows the others, letting them take lead as they know the shuttle better than she does.
-Moonlight isn't paying much attention to the other Cons. She's nearly frantic now, trying to find where Swipe's voice is coming from. Every so often she'll softly call his name.
-Solar sighs and yells out "Moonlight we're moving out get your aft movin."
-Moonlight ignores Solar for the time being. Frustrated, she kicks the wall. "Slaggit," she hisses to herself softly, but vehemently.
-For a quick second, you begin to get the feeling that someone or something is watching you from the shadows. But, as you turn to look for it, there is nothing there but darkness.
-Solar walks over to stand behind moonlight then reaches down and picks her up "I said we were movin out. Swipe isn't going anywhere."
-Moonlight doesn't fight...not for the moment. She just sort of limply lets Solar take her away...

The Aphelion - Atrium


     Running the length, breadth and width of the walls in this enourmous central chamber, the atrium level to the centermost portion of this pleasure ship is a series of railed, overly opulant platforms that overlook the galleria level below. The calling card of this particular vessel, this level gives an even better view to the stars outside, curving panels of transparent material fitted into the hull itself for an actual look into the realm that the ship crosses. Once these risers and platforms were richly decorated with glimmerings of precious metals and materials from planets far and winde, now they seem to barely hold themselves upright, covered in the dross of civilization gone to seed. Railings have grown frail with age, inset carved portions thinned with rust and neglect, some transluscent, some simply missing. What light there is comes from the starfields outside as well as those internal lights remaining active, giving off flickering intermitant displays of luminescence, casting flickering shadows across the opening below.



Solar [Robot] [D] 
Blitzwing [Robot] [D] 
Scattershot [Robot] [A] 
Nosecone [Robot] [A] 
Ultra Magnus [Robot] [A] 
Hyperdrive [Robot] [A] 
Thunderclap [Robot] [A]

Obvious Exits:
 -F- Fore leads to The Aphelion - Observation Deck
 -A- Aft leads to The Aphelion - Starlight Mall
 -S1- Starboard 1 leads to The Aphelion - Atrium Lift One
 -S2- Starboard 2 leads to The Aphelion - Atrium Lift Two
 -P- Port leads to The Aphelion - Greeting Center

-Scattershot walks a bit quicker, but still carefully towards the lift, "What's up in there? See a ghost or something?"
-Solar comes in leading a large ragtag group including Enfilade Ghost and Omnisaber. Strangely he is carrying Moonlight.
-Moonlight has an odd look of something that looks like despair crossed with apathy as she is being carried around by Solar.
-Nosecone takes point again, covering the entrances as Scattershot and Magnus examine the HAUNTED LIFT.
-Enfilade says dryly, "Solar, these must be those Autobots you mentioned to me."
-Hyperdrive frowns as the decepticons appear. There's that little matter of killing oen of the their members.
-NOT THE HAUNTED LIFT! Scattershot looks around as the cons make their way in. "Great. We found more crap the observation deck, but this is the biggest pile yet."
-Ultra Magnus says, "Not entirely." He glances over at Scattershot. "Thunderclap examined a ventilation shaft up there, and heard voices inside. Then, in the elevator, a voice called for me..."
-Nosecone raises his rifle as the cons appear. "Just say the word, Shot" he mutters, "Though I'm gonna need some help..."
-Blitzwing says, "Odd...an elevator said come to me Aftplate?""
-Enfilade is carrying her huge cannon, but not pointing it yet...just kind of glaring over at the Autobots.
-Solar says, "So You all are hearing voices too huh Magnus?"
-Scattershot slowly looks back to Nosecone, "If I have to remind you about *your* stray shot theory one more time..."
-Moonlight squirms slightly. "Can you let me down now?" Moonlight's tone is meek...which is a rather rare occurance.
-Nosecone continues to look down his gun's scope. "Yeah, but I don't miss, Shot."
-Ultra Magnus spins at the momentarily strange voice, but regains his sense as he matches it up with Solar. "I take it we're not the only ones." He glances at the other Autobots, making sure they're not firing yet. Yet.
-Thunderclap's weapon is about to take it's aim on the entering Decepticons, before the Autobot gets some fashion of a hold on himself. They have been hearing voices too? Did they hear the same one though? Could they have? The questions are there, but he avoids asking for now. There are other issues to the fore.
-Scattershot shrugs, "Just keep an optic on 'em, and make sure they don't pull anything. And make sure they don't try to dodge." A small smile crosses his mouth as he turns back to Magnus, "So, hearing voices? We thought it was Razorflash calling to Thunderclap."
-Ultra Magnus shakes his head to Scattershot. "No... Neither of us recognized the voice. I don't know what it is. I... I don't know what to make of it."
-All this talk of voices. And if on cue, another one, this time as if there are many of them singing as one chorus. "You're all going to die here. All of you."
-Enfilade startles. Maybe the Autobots /aren't/ crazy. She looks at the other Decepticons. Did they hear that too?
-Nosecone starts, though he has enough self-control not to accidently open fire. "What the SLAG was that?"
-Solar says, "Well since both of our groups have searched this level and found nothing, I guess we have to get to the other levels. There is the Ventilation shaft in the theater and these 2 lifts, so what do you suggest Magnus?"
-Blitzwing looks around "Dammit I stopped drinking... Wha the frag?"
-Moonlight squiggles some more. "Solar, you need to let me down..."
-Solar mutters to Moonlight: "... ... ... second I ... ... ... ... gonna run off ... ... to ...  ... gotta ... ... ..."((Oh no the second I out you down your gonna run off and try to find swipe, You gotta put duty first))
-Omnisaber chuckles softly to himself, "Great...threatening disembodied voices...if that doesn't remind me of a few stories, I don't know what would."
-Thunderclap's weapon is high and aimed, though at the walls, not the Cons. "Okay, I'm all for the leaving now." He looks to Magnus with a questioning eye then, really hoping the big bot agrees with him.
-Ultra Magnus looks slowly up again. Voices... whatever. Just as slowly, he looks back down. "The lift on the right is out of order. The only working exit is an entrance to the ventilation system. I haven't bothered with the shaft on the left yet..."
-Scattershot does his best to not jump out of his armor. He looks to the ceiling and calls out, "Not funny, Razorflash!" He starts to take a few steps foward when the ground gives out and he goes through it, landing with a klang below.
-Moonlight mutters to Solar: "I ... do ... if you're hugging me like a ... cyber bear." ((I can't do anything if you're hugging me like a stuffed cyber bear.))
-Enfilade mutters to Solar: "Who ... ... ... with ... ..."
-Nosecone spins around. "What the... Scattershot! You okay buddy?!"
-From below, Scattershot groans a bit, "Oh, that hurt."
-Solar says, "Ghost did"
-Blitzwing heres the noise, he stomps the floor "Mines Louder!"...Yes hes threatening the floor.
-Solar mutters to Enfilade: "She told ... first priority ... to find ... crewman"
-Omnisaber says, "Considering where we are, starting an all out fire fight wouldn't necessarily be advised anyhow."
-Ultra Magnus hears the crash and spins around to see the dust spouting from the hole in the floor. He charges over and looks down within. "Scattershot! Are you all right?"
-Thunderclap spins quickly to the noise of the floor giving way, and steps near to the hole, calling down. "Scattershot? Are you injured??" Being a medic, it comes naturally enough.
-From the corner of the balcony, you think you notice a figure standing in the shadows. Light grey optics are just visible in the shadows.
-From below, Scattershot calls up to the level above, "Um, yeah. Doin' great. Can't tell you how much fun that was." He slowly picks himself up and scans the room, weapon out and scanning with him.
-Nosecone spins back around to cover the Decepticons. Well, someone has to. "Yeah.." he says, agreeing with Omnisaber "We don't wanna... uh.. who the scrap is that?" he says, pointing his rifle at the grey-opticed figure.
-And just like that, the optics and outline are gone.
-Moonlight looks up from her place in Solar's arm. "What? Where?"
-Blitzwing stomps towards the balcony sword drawn. "Show yourself..." He tries climing onto the balcony after it.
-Enfilade turns her head. Whoa...was that really there? She knows how stress and fatigue can make nervous mechs hallucinate.
-Ultra Magnus ignores the scene around him, still concerned with Scattershot. "What's down there? Is Razorflash in there?" He sounds a bit panicked.
-Omnisaber sighs softly, "Nosecone, really...might as well put the rifle away. One wrong shot, we all go bye-bye. As for who or what that was...I don't know...but I saw it too. If we can all relax, and keep calm, maybe we'll figure this out...minute we start overreacting is the minute we doom ourselves...I think."
-Solar says, "This has been going on since we got here"
-From below, Scattershot calls up, "I'm right here ya loud mouthed con!"
-Enfilade nods to Solar. "Very well." If Ghost called a truce she'll respect that. She looks begrudgingly at Ultra Magnus, hoping he doesn't do anything to irk her...
-Solar mutters to Enfilade: "... priority 3 was to ... ... that the ... ... ... nothing"
-Blitzwing is agitated "I cant kill what wont stand still! Or worse if its arready dead. Slag. "
-"Solar!" Moonlight sounds rather desperate to be let go.
-Enfilade nods in understanding.
-Nosecone puts his rifle up on his shoulder. "If I wanted to scrap you Omni, I'd just use my fists. I ain't overreactin. Just followin orders."
-Omnisaber mutters to Solar: "Let ... ... follow her. ... ... ... ... ... trouble I'll ... ... ... to ... ... ... of it."
-Solar drops the femme "Stay put, you go running off and I sic Blitzwing on you Understand?"
-From below, Scattershot calls up, "Um, hate to bring the attention back to me, but would anyone like to join me down here?! Might find our pilot."
-Omnisaber chuckles and smirks at Nosecone, "Uh huh. Tell you what, let's keep the hostilities to ourselves for now. Thanks."
-Blitzwing looks around assesing the situation "Trile...Hey! Thats Me! Why I outta..." He paces around "Show yerself Ill kill ya twice! Again! Ill Kill you till your realy really dead!"
-Moonlight nods her head. "Please...I'll be good. Just let me down..."
-Solar mutters to Enfilade: "One ... our crew oughta ... down ... ..."
-Enfilade snorts, nods and moves towards the hole. "I don't trust that Scattershot guy alone," she murmurs ot the other Cons.
-Hyperdrive jumps and narrows his optics, "What the....I ain't joinin anyone!!" He turns around rather spooked all of a sudden.
-Ultra Magnus glances around the group. The others all seem preoccupied with something else, but he isn't sure what. He begins to move to follow, but sees that Enfilade is coming. Good thing, too. He'll be needed to get them outta there. Yeah, that's it... He backs away from the hole just enough to allow her passage.
-Omnisaber mutters to Moonlight: "What ... the ... ... Primus ... ... ... with  that ... ... ... ... from ... on ... ..."(("What in the name of Primus is going on with you, that Solar would prevent you from standing on your own?"))
-From below, Enfilade emerges from the lift, walks over to the hole, waves up at the other Decepticons...and suddenly stops dead. What the....? A hand reaches over, fumbles with the catch to her mask, opens it...pushes up her visor. "Daddy?"
-Moonlight just shakes her head at Omnisaber, indicating she's not going to say at the moment. She folds her arms, mostly to stop herself from shaking. She glares at Solar. "So, what do you /want/ me to do?"
-Nosecone looks over at Magnus. "Uh, permission to follow Scattershot?" he says, aware that the Shot is now outnumbered.
-From below, The look on the Field Commander's face is less that of a battle hardened warrior and suddenly /far/ more like a little girl, looking up with a mixture of hope and fear. Her weapon in her hand is almost forgotten.
-Ultra Magnus nods silently to Nosecone, still looking into the hole. "Just be careful. I'll be waiting if you need help."
-From below, Blitzwing, the bosses 'security mech' is most bewildered. "Ma'am ya feelin okay?"
-Solar says, "I want you to do your job Moonlight. We trust you and your judgement so don't let us down"
-Nosecone nods and jumps down into the darkness.
-From below, Enfilade scans the group of Autobots and Decepticons...and slowly a puzzled frown comes across her face as she doesn't find who she's looking for. "Daddy?"
-Moonlight snorts. "Yeah. Well, I'll just wait for something to come along that I can be good at...if that's okay with you."
-Thunderclap remains above with Magnus, looking down into the hole more than anywhere else now. He glances now and again at his superior uncertainly.
-From below, Nosecone lands heavily. "Slag.."
-Solar says, "Omnisaber take moonlight and go join the rest of the crew. Listen to what Enfilade tells you to do"
-From below, Scattershot shakes his head, "Not your daddy, little girl. But don't sweat it. You're not crazy." He takes a step as if to embrace her, then realizes that it's just too out of character to console a Decepticon, and stops.
-Hyperdrive looks around, "I was just imaginin things...."
-Omnisaber raises an optic ridge to Solar, "Are you sure about that Solar? At this point I'd think it be best to take another course of action...oh...that and are you feeling okay? Rhyming isn't your strong suit."
-Moonlight doesn't wait for Omnisaber, but instead hastens her way down to where everyone else seems to be going.

he Aphelion - Galleria


     Lined with a series of raised platforms and once grandious catwalks, the massive main chamber for this pleasure craft now stands empty and forlorn. Flickering cascades of light cause the very air to seem to move, dust motes sifting in their eternal dance downwards from the decaying decorations above. Far far above, arching overhead in what was a massive engineering feat are the transparent panels that gave travelers glimpes of the stars outside during their travels. Thick layers of accumulated particles veil the view now, dimming what little light came from those displays, muting the views like dreams long since lost to time and memory. Cast asunder along the decking itself are the varying remnants of seats and couches, tables and decorative art now brittle and broken with times passing. And muffling any footfalls is the thick detrius of accumulated metallic rust and grime from the slow decay of this former jewel of the galaxy.



Derelict [Robot] [A] 
Nosecone [Robot] [A] 
Blitzwing [Robot] [D] 
Enfilade [Robot] [D] 
Scattershot [Robot] [A]

Obvious Exits:
 -F1- Fore 1 leads to The Aphelion - Starboard Passenger Deck
 -F2- Fore 2 leads to The Aphelion - Port Passenger Deck
 -A- Aft leads to The Aphelion - Recreation Center
 -S1- Starboard 1 leads to The Aphelion - Atrium Lift One

-Omnisaber sighs and just follows Moonlight absently...
-Nosecone looks around. "So... what we doin down here anyways? Apart from socializin?"
-From above, Thunderclap glances at Hyperdrive and shakes his head. "No, I'm afraid you aren't. We all can't be. Not all of us." For the moment, he puts his weapon away. Trying to convince himself that there's nothing here that can physically hurt them.
-From above, Solar says, "Just shut up and go, I have to assume that we're in an emergency situation so at the very least a cease fire is in order if not a temporary amnisty"
-Moonlight glances around, spots Enfilade, and moves to stand beside her.
-Enfilade glances over at Scattershot and seems to come back to herself. "What the slottin' frag is that?" she asks, realizing she's talking to the Bot who she fought in the tunnels of Arcadia.
-Omnisaber looks around and chuckles softly to himself, "Uh huh Ciel...tell me another one. Who did I betray you for? Hmmm? If I recall, you were the one who betrayed yourself..."
-Blitzwing tands nextto the two femmes...yea...chicks dig the turret. "Perhaps we should just go home eh? This ship isnt tacticly important..."
-From above, Solar says, "Blitzwing we don't leave a mech behind"
-Scattershot takes a bit of a step back. "Well then, go insane. Makes no difference to me." He fight the urge to mock her daddy call, but doesn't.
-About then, a voice that will be entirely unfamiliar to all of those gathered speaks from off to the side of the little knot of Cybertronians... but this one doesn't have the dreary quality of the voices of the dead. It is alive, if hoarse and seemingly rarely used, and if anyone turns to face it there is indeed a tall, lean mech standing there, balanced atop a busted in table, a smudge of brown amidst the rust and decay. "If you think it's as easy as simply walking out of here, you've yet to grasp the situation."
-Scattershot wheels around, weapon in hand in a flash as he looks for the source of the voice.
-Nosecone also spins around, pointing his rifle at the strange mech.
-From above, Thunderclap peers down at an angle to try and see the voice that spoke. That wasn't from the walls, for certain.
-Omnisaber stands about almost patiently expecting a response from the disembodied voice he keeps hearing, almost ignoring the strange mechs voice that was just heard.
-Moonlight seems unconcerned about the strange mech...he obviously isn't Swipe and therefore uninteresting for the moment.
-In a sudden flurry of motion a clkClick is heard as a sword is sheathed so a gun can be drawn and armed. Everyone's favorite antisocial tank stomps towards the stranger. "Noone...but Noone keeps me somewhere I dont wish to be."
-Enfilade looks at Scattershot, grits her jaw, and says, "Sorry. Didn't mean to be rude. I meant to say, do you know what's causing that?" Then she sees the stranger, and her first impulse is to snap up her gun to cover him. Could this be the mech responsible? "This yer little shuttle, pal?"
-From above, Solar turns to Thunderclap, "I don't think I know you mech"
-From above, Silentlight looks scans the area again and turns to the other Bots. "I think I will go investigate some other areas of the ship"
-Scattershot calls out to the new mech, "If you're the one doing all of this, we want our pilot back."
-Derelict rises smoothly from his crouched, almost animalistic position, tilting his head with what almost seems an air of curiosity at the sudden bristling array of weaponry pointed in his direction,"And... what is all of that supposed to do? Kill me? Yet to notice that's not such a permanent condition around here, hmm?" He turns his gaze to Blitzwing,"Oh, really? We're so very lucky to have such a champion for us, then. By all means, soldier, go if you can. I wouldn't suggest blasting your way free though. It's a long walk home." He steps off the edge of the table, landing with a crunch that kicks up a pile of dust,"And no... I am not responsible for this. If only I were... it would mean I had more control over the situation myself."
-Enfilade steps forward, cautiously lowering her weapon. "One. Who are you. Two. Where are we. Three. What the frag is goin' on here?"
-Nosecone isn't built to handle this. Why is he here again? Will any part of this mission involve seige warfare? Didn't think so. Shouldering his weapon again, Nosecone lets the others do the talking.
-From above, Thunderclap glances from the hole to Solar, frowning some before answering. "No, you don't. But that's hardly important right now, is it." Not a question, but a statement. Afterall, there's another mech Solar doesn't know, down there, one who may hold the key to leaving this place, though apparently he wouldn't know it.
-From above, Silentlight turns to Thunderclap, "Are you ok with staying here, or will you like to come with me?"
-From above, Solar knows whats going on, but isn't in a position to make anything about it
-Blitzwing puts his blaster away. "Primus this is like a damn ghostship. Who the frag is pulling the strings? Its all glorified smoke n mirrors kids...remember that." Insert fist into wall. "Fraggin hellhole it is."
-Omnisaber mutters to Blitzwing: "... ... ... than ... ... mirrors Blitz. Smoke ... mirrors don't bring up bits ... ... past ... nobody ... about."
-From above, Thunderclap shakes his head once at Silentlight. "I think I should remain here with Hyperdrive for the moment." He casts another glance at Solar, and back to Silentlight. "Not sure if anyone needs my services or not yet."
-Blitzwing mutters to Omnisaber: "They ... ... to ... ... ... ... ... to slag ..."
-From above, Silentlight nods, "Very well."
-Moonlight sits down...she hasn't heard from Swipe for a while now, and she is now regaining some measure of her usual calm.
-From above, Thunderclap spins! Suddenly that weapon is drawn faster than he ever thought possible. "No! That's not true! I didn't!"
-Omnisaber mutters to Blitzwing: "Don't even think about it. ... out ... space. ... even ... miss ... ... depressurize ... ... we're in and ... means we all go bye-bye ... ... right ... ... void of space. ... ... want that."
-Derelict crosses his arms over his chest, studying Enfilade for a couple of moments gaugingly, as if sizing her up. It's not a threatening gesture, however, more of a habitual once-over, instinctive. "Demanding creature, aren't you. Nothing's changed, I suppose." He glances around at the entire group, seeming to take in the differences amongst them,"Then again, it never does, does it? However, I'll humor you. One... my name is... well, you can call me Derelict. Fitting for this place. Two, you're on the the Aphelion, the finest cruise liner ever made by Cybertronian hands. Three... you haven't figured it out yet?"
-Blitzwing leans into Enfilade muttering something, clearly animated and rattled. He spins and slams his fist into the wall again...this time harder.
-The wall crumbles under the force of Blitzwing's attack.
-Nosecone winces as Blitz punches the wall again. "Uh.. buddy.. this place ain't too stable. Do that again, and it might come down on our heads."
-Blitzwing mutters to Enfilade: "There ... VOICES Talking ... me....Im rather jumpy. One of ... ... ... something...Grwwwl."
-Enfilade nods to Derelict, and begins to say, "Figured..." when something else gets her attention. She steps forward into the gloom, over to the side, as if Derelict no longer existed. "Brother? Starlift? He..." ~ohslagohnohesdeadhedied~ She whispers, "He died in the Crystal City attack?" As if hoping a voice will prove her wrong....
-Omnisaber smirks over at the one who introduced himself at Derelict, an unwavering smirk, calmly addressing the mech, "Derelict huh...does seem fitting. As for number two...Aphelion...sounds familiar but doesn't really matter. As for three, appearances can be deceiving, so just for the record, would you mind enlightening us as to the ACTUAL situation here, and as to why we can't 'just leave'?"
-From above, Thunderclap slips a little further away from the hole, more off on his own now, though still in the room and easily in sight of Solar and Hyperdrive. His weapon is still drawn, and he seems completely distracted now. "Not true. It's not true, and this isn't real!" Still he moves a little further away.
-Enfilade shakes her head...hard...then says, "Blitzwing, trade places with Solar."
-From above, Solar mutters to Thunderclap: "... ... any ... ... your ... supplies?"
-From above, Hyperdrive gasps as the weapon comes up, "Thunderclap put it down!" He Looks around, "There's nothing here, no voices."
-Blitzwing points "There with two Bots? I get all the fun assignments eh?"
-Moonlight finds a nice bit of wall to lean against.
-From above, Blitzwing emerges growling at mechs who dont exist "What The frag is going on here? Tricks All Tricks dammit!"
-Left me to die. But now it's your turn, Moonlight. Time to join me for eternity.
-Enfilade suddenly, out of nowhere, asks, "Derelict...do you knwo where the cargo deck is?"
-Derelict laughs just once, a sharp sound amidst the darkness of the ship,"You people... you're so credulous. You hear voices, they drop a few things, and you accept it. You spend all your time here talking to dead people, how much do you expect to actually accomplish? I tried, trust me." He then looks to Enfilade, gaze dimming just a bit from his helmet visor,"Yes, I do. I wouldn't suggest going there."
-Moonlight stamps her foot and shakes her head violently. "But you told me to. I was just listening to your advice. Run, you said. Go to Cybertron, you said. And I /did/ that. Why are you mad now!"
-Nosecone mutters. "There aint no ghosts, someone's just playin stupid tricks. And I ain't buyin it."
-Enfilade retorts, "Why? What's there?" She doesn't bother explaining why she wants to go there.
-Omnisaber smirks over at Derelict again, "Well, I suppose we must apologize. We haven't been here as long as you to get used to the whole novelty I suppose."
-From above, Hyperdrive snarls, "Yer not gettin anyone! And yer NOT gettin me!
-Derelict meets Omnisaber's smirk with a calm smile,"Isn't it funny how you're all hearing only your own dead? No one else's? I don't know about you people, but if this is the afterlife I need to find a new religion." To Enfilade, face darkening just a bit,"You think it's bad here, girlchild? You already have your little band so distracted they can barely focus. It gets worse. Much worse."
-From above, Blitzwing unsheaths his sword "Primus...Show yerselves...I'll send ya back from wence ya came!"
-Nosecone shakes his head. "I ain't hearin anything. There's somethin affectin all yer minds. Some sorta memory beam or somthin."
-Scattershot can't take all the voices in his head. He suddenly just falls over and lays there, still.
-Omnisaber shakes his head smirking, yet chuckling softly, "Let me guess Ciel...you'd rather I just killed all the 'Cons now, huh? Is that it? I should just...say...kill them all? Could've sworn you made me promise not to do any harm to them...then again, that's why you're dead isn't it..."
-Enfilade 's swingwings flare impatiently. "Look, either I can go to the cargo deck and find that out for myself, or you could give us a little help here." She seems to realize that there's something not right, that Derelict has a point and might keep them all alive, but...her father, her guilt... "Lay it out for us. What's going on here?"
-"Scattershot!" Nosecone yells. "Aw... crap. Medic! Bot down! Bot down!"
-A different voice. Blacksite. "You let us both die, Moonlight. Both of us. How could you? But it's time for our revenge.
-Derelict asks softly,"Help you do what? Destroy yourselves?" He gestures to the fallen Scattershot,"Look. Casualty number one." He sighs softly, straightens again,"I'll take you there. So you can see for yourself. But I would suggest you wait until the voices rest to actually try to enter."
-Moonlight starts clawing at the walls suddenly. "Stop it!" Scrapping sounds echo around her. "Stop it!" she screams even louder.
-Omnisaber chuckles and shakes off the voice, "No point in responding to the voices, thankfully they don't respond back. So Derelict, out of curiousity...what are YOU doing here?"
-Nosecone swings around and points his gun right at Derelict. "I ain't hearin anything.. What do you know, you crazy old pile of scrap?!" He's not taking Shot's apparant unconciousness well.
-Enfilade says, "How long do they usually go on talking for?" She hesitates. If she tried talking to Skylift...would he speak back?
-From above, Blitzwing looks around "Exactly why Am I talking to a voice Inside my head? WHAT TTHE FRAG IS WRONGWITH ME?"
-Nosecone grits his teeth as the voices start on /him/ now. "Not hearin this... just a trick."
-Derelict looks to Nosecone's gun, and says surprisingly gently,"Put your gun away, boy. Tend to your comrade. Care for him. I don't think abandoning him to shoot at me is the proper response to the situation." Then to Omnisaber, a hesitation and then a slight shake of his head with a smirk,"I was hitching a ride." On to Enfilade,"It varies. But there's a definite cycle to it... it's building towards peak now. It will get worse before it gets better."
-From above, Datatap finally sums up the courage - or else simply finally walks in - as he walks tentatively with speaking distance of Blitzwing, optical ridges as furrowed and worried as just about anyone else here.
-Nosecone slowly lowers his rifle. "I ain't a medic" he says. "All I can do is stand here an wait for one to show up. Snowflight would be a sight for sore optics right now."
-Enfilade nods. "Thank you," she says, for he has helped them to some extent, and she's trying to be civil to their "guide" rather than letting her fear and confusion show as aggression.
-Omnisaber nods as he smiles softly to Derelict, having picked up a few hitchers in his day - some more 'interesting' than others - some also more dangerous, replying coyly, "So, how long were you on here before this whole thing broke out, and for that matter, how did it all end up happening?"
-Solar shudders.
-Moonlight starts sobbing as she claws away at the walls. She isn't paying enough attention to those around her.
-Enfilade tries to talk to the voice in her head. "I'll be there soon, Daddy. But I have to take care of my people first. Isn't that what you always taught me? To look after your own above all else?"
-From above, Blitzwing sees Datatap but continues talking to himself. "Im Not Scared! I Dont run from anyone...ANYO..." He drops to his knees...clutching his head and sobbing "What the frag is wrong with me?"
-From above, There's that shadowy figure again. He's moving across the room now. But if you look closer, he's suddenly gone.
-There's that shadowy figure again. He's moving across the room now. But if you look closer, he's suddenly gone.
-Solar says, "Ya know it seems to me that this would be a frag of alot more effective if we all weren't having them at the same time"
-Enfilade says softly to Derelict, "Do you ever...see things, as well as just hear them?" Her glance is in the shadows where the figure vanished.
-Derelict smiles almost sadly,"I've been here for a while... but... for me it is fitting. This is where I belong, among the dead, always spoken to but never able to speak in turn. Being stuck here is a penance which I could bear." He pauses, looks about at them, and then straightens his shoulders,"But you... all of you are young. You don't deserve this. I'll help you get out, if I can. That much, perhaps, I can do." He looks to the walls himself, finally, and smiles an achingly sad smile, whispering,"Is it a start, Fusillade?" Then to Enfilade,"Yes. But not the dead. Here, the dead are just dust and whispers." With that, he turns away,"Come. I'll see if I can find you a more comfortable place to stay through the peak. I would suggest you gather those who have begun to falter. It could well break them."
-From above, Thunderclap exits the lift, weapon drawn and looking ready to use it.
-Nosecone is standing next to the downed Scattershot, rifle in hand though not pointed at anyone in particular, listening to what Derelict has to say.
-From above, Datatap's optics swerve to any of the various consoles lining the walls. "Do .. what?" He sees Blitzwing clutching his head and gazes at nothing with incredulity. "You can.. who can.. what? Who the Frag said that?"
-Enfilade says, "Decepticons, form up. Gather together an' follow us." She gestures to herself and Derelict.
-Omnisaber nods softly to Derelict, "Old is relative Derelict. Quite relative..."
-Moonlight looks away from the wall with a sigh. "If I follow, you won't get Solar to pick me up again, will you?"
-Nosecone reaches down to try and hoist Scattershot up, a difficult task considering how big the Technobot commander is.
-Solar moves almost casually to stand behind Enfilade "Moonlight you coming easily this time or do I gotta drag you again?"
-Moonlight nods. "I'm coming."
-Thunderclap leaves the lift, and makes for the fallen Scattershot. The medic in him takes over quickly, after listening to the situation he looks Scattershot over for malfunctions.
-Enfilade laughs.. "Not if you can follow on your own, Moonlight."
-Solar mutters to Enfilade: "... ... ..."
-Nosecone grits his teeth. "Just a trick, damnit.. just a trick..." he mutters, as if the statement was a protective mantra.
-From above, Blitzwing looks lost in his thoughts, and other thoughts that are in his head...but not his. He shudders and curls into the fetal position.
-Solar calls out "Blitzwing get down here we're movin out."
-From above, Hyperdrive frowns, "M-my father? Who is he?" The kidlet starts to turn, trying to figure where the voices are.
-Nosecone says, "We're gonna have ta move him, Thunderclap."
-Derelict glances about as the groups gather themselves up and nods once, then turns and heads off towards the aft of the ship.
-From above, Blitzwing crawls below...tenatively.
-Thunderclap looks at Nosecone with pale optics and nods once. "Yes, we are. I-i'll get his upper body."
-From above, Datatap watches the unconscious Scattershot below him, and Blitzwing curled on the ground ..Like the triplechanger.. "Blitz?" he asks quietly, optics flickering for the voices' origin. "I heard them too.."
-Moonlight resignedly follows the rest of the Cons.
-Blitzwing looks around "We are going to die here." He continues clutching at the side of his head.
-Solar says, "What do you care Blitzwing, you've been trying to kill yourself for as long as I;ve known you"
-Omnisaber shakes his head and turns to Blitzwing, "Relax Blitz...don't be pessimistic. Hearing voices doesn't equate death. Least not last I checked anyhow. And if Derelict here survived this long, it means we're probably not about to die either."
-Datatap follows Blitz, optics flickering to the sides.. he's not staying alone with these weird whispers.
-Moonlight tentatively reaches out and squeezes Blitzwing's hand, trying to be comforting.
-Derelict says in a soft aside to Blitzwing,"It can only hurt if you let it. The pain is self-inflicted, guilt and sorrow played upon by whatever is causing this. Fight it, soldier. It is the enemy." He leads them right up to the heretofore useless utility lift, and reaches down to the magclip at his hip, picking up the odd baton. A moment later, it telescope out at both ends, becoming a long staff about half as tall as he is... and then, with a SPRING, blades emerge from either side. Firmly, he jams the blade into the crack of the doors, and with an interesting show of strength proceeds to pry them open with a creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak.
-Blitzwing snaps a glance to Solar "I...didnt pay my bartab yet." He tries being humorous. He looks briefly to Tap then Moonlight. "My creator...who I never knew...Is talking to me. I Need a beer. He's been dead for ...."
-Solar says, "Sorry mech I stopped carrying energon when I got the new pump"
-Omnisaber shrugs as he continues to follow, watching Derelict's actions quite closely, turning briefly to Blitzwing before commenting, "Blitzwing, up to you if you want to worry about it."
-Moonlight pulls out an enercig from the packet she took from Psykeout. "I don't have a beer, but maybe this will help a little..."
-Derelict lowers the battlestaff against once the doors are completely open, holding them in that position with one hand as with the other he deactivates it, returns it to baton size, and reattaches it to his hip,"Your ride, ladies and gentlemen. All aboard."
-Datatap's curiosity had the better of him for a moment.. but he catches up to Blitzwing and shudders at the creator comment, nods vigourously to the beer, and winces at the creeeeeak. Not a nice sound to here about now.
-Omnisaber looks around and smiles curtly at all those present around him, "By all means, after any of you..."
-Nosecone moves in with Thunderclap, supporting Scattershot between them. "No, Thunderclap. Just tricks."
-Thunderclap snorts once at Nosecone, shaking his head as they carry Scattershot. "I know what I saw, and heard. Not just tricks."

The Aphelion - Utility Lift


     Every detail of this cruise ship was taken into account when built, including the officer's lift. The lift looks as though it were once a part of the Grand Ballroom in that it has a small chandileer hanging from the top. There are mirrors on all sides of it, including the floor. The control panel is outlined in ornate etchings. For some reason, the lift is the only thing that seems to be working here, but in contrast, the lift is also one of the most dirty places on the ship.



Solar [Robot] [D]

Obvious Exits:
 -D1- Deck 1 leads to The Aphelion - Bridge
 -D2- Deck 2 leads to The Aphelion - Communications Center
 -D3- Deck 3 leads to The Aphelion - Officers' Deck
 -D4- Deck 4 leads to The Aphelion - The Grand Ballroom
 -D5- Deck 5 leads to The Aphelion - Recreation Center
 -D6- Deck 6 leads to The Aphelion - Main Engineering

-"Yeah, well.." Nosecone says, uncomfortably aware that they're trapped in a lift with a bunch of Decepticons. "It gets into your head. Plays around. It's still just a trick."
-Solar hastily jots down the information in this lift, a direct route to the bridge may come in handy
-Derelict chuckles softly, an oddly honestly amused sound amidst the gloom and doom,"I /would/ invite you all to the ballroom for a nice dance or two, but I'm afraid accommadations have deteriorated quite a bit. So, for the time being, the officer's quarters will have to do." He activates the lift, sending it to the third deck. "Floor three. Everyone off."

The Aphelion - Officers' Deck


     Here is where the officers of the ship once went to rest and relax from a day's work on his, the finest pleasure liner to ever have been built in the shipyards of Cybertron. This is a sort of elegant, faux functionality to the area, as if mimicing the true austerity and utilitarianism of a fighting ship. However, the devil is in the details, and the paneling, the expensive lights, and the lush and expensively-decorated quarters that line this long hallway must once have been the finest berths in space. No more. Now, like the rest of the ship, a haunting emptiness has taken the place of bustling glamour. Rust patches crawl like some hideous moss all down the walls and ceiling, and expensive light fixtures have long since burned out and faded away. Refuse and rubbish long undisturbed lie about the hallways and the floors of the rooms, showing that for some time the only things residing here have been dust and shadows.



Solar [Robot] [D]

Obvious Exits:
 -F- Fore leads to The Aphelion - Ventilation Shaft D3
 -A- Aft leads to The Aphelion - Utility Lift

-Moonlight follows everyone off the lift.
-Scattershot groans, but manages to croak out a 'Dandy'.
-Derelict dusts off his hands, noting softly,"Home sweet home." He then raises his head, focus on the youths about him again,"I've scavenged what I could. There's energon, a basic medical kit... perhaps you can help your friend... and enough berths here for all of you. I would not suggest sleeping alone. Crowd, even, if you feel you must. Rest if you can. It will be a long night. In the morning, we will see what we can do."
-Hyperdrive frowns, "They said they know my father...."
-Thunderclap gives the slightest of smirks to Scattershot. "Lovely, so you won't mind if we decide to try and run with you then?" The humor is somewhat dry, but so is the wreck of a ship they are in.
-Solar says, "My guess is that this is the place we'll be bedding down for the night. Moonlight Omnisaber set up some kind of camp for us, and I suggest that we set some kind of triage center for those that are getting hit the worst by whatever these voices are. I can keep control over My savages if you bots can do the same Agreed?"
-Moonlight closes the packet of enercigs, patting them as though to ensure their safety. "So now what?" she asks, trying to keep her voice calm.
-Scattershot nods slightly, "Agreed. Just...don't shoot the savages. We'll...take care of that."
-Blitzwing looks around "Who wants to tell some scary stories? Boy...have I got a doozie."
-Solar says, "Bots to one side Cons to the other"
-Solar says, "Triage in the middle"
-Hyperdrive says, "WHo are the voices.....are they lyin? Do they know my father?"
-Omnisaber turns to Solar and smirks, "Solar, personally I won't need a place to lie down. More than content to not 'rest' in that manner. Never do around others - bad habit caused by some bad experiences." turning to Moonlight, "Moon, now we just do as Solar advised..."
-Derelict pauses long enough to lightly rest a hand on Scattershot's shoulder, saying something softly to him.
-Moonlight glances over at Omnisaber. "Well, lets get to it then."
-Omnisaber says, "Solar, mind tossing us something to set camp up with?"
-Derelict mutters to Scattershot: "Be  ... ... ... ... how ... ... ... ... we ... ... ... like ... true mech."
-Scattershot nods as he lays down. "...will do."
-Solar shakes his head "I got my canvas sack but all it has in it is about a ton of explosives. You'll have to make do with what there is around here
-Thunderclap looks curiously at Derelict, not being able to hear what the mech says. But proceeds to lay Scattershot down with Nosecone's help. He shakes his head some, glancing about uncertainly before looking to Derelict. "Will we be safe, here?"
-Datatap finally lets a shudder through his frame, optics' frantic flickering slowing. Slowing. Not stopping. "Do I -want- to recharge around voices that want to ..take.. me?"
-Scattershot lays down and switches off his optics, still in pain from the overload. "Nosecone...make sure that guy stays on our side of the deck.
-Moonlight glances over at Blitzwing whil she work. "That cig helping at all?"
-Derelict smiles at Thunderclap,"I've slept here several times. You're as safe here as anywhere else... the only dangers are those within you. You may rest, if you can. I will watch over you if that brings you any peace of mind."
-Omnisaber merely shrugs and assists Moonlight in setting up camp, shaking his head and muttering to himself every so often.
-Hyperdrive stares around, "Who are they....what are they gonna do?"
-Thunderclap quirks his head at the old mech. The only dangers are those in himself? What kind of foolishness is that? Still he just gives a short nod, turning to focus his attentions and efforts on Scattershot, scanning and attempting to figure out exactly what is wrong, and how to fix it.
-Blitzwing begins looking around. "I think these voices are enjoying themselves."
-Datatap catches Derelict's latest and turns to his words. "...those within you? These voices are.. are -in- me?" The shudder turns to a quiver as he speaks his thought.
-Moonlight keeps working at her task until it's finished, even daring to hum a happy little tune. It usually helps her anyhow.