January 8th, 2003 ~Enfilade(D), Stormhammer(U), Steelwind(A), Sapphire(U), Whiplash(D), Solar(D) Gates of Crystal City As you move off the main thoroughfare towards the Crystal City, you behold the massive chrome arches that form the singularly impressive gates to the city. The elaborately ornate spires that top the arches reach high into the sky as if to proclaim their immortality to the universe. The highly polished metal structure twinkles what light there is back at you, as if focusing a spotlight on all who enter the great city. The Guardian robot sized gates show few signs of any damage from the current conflict--a testimony to the dedication and vigilance of Omega Supreme. The gates stand open, but are well guarded by members of the Crystal City Militia. Beyond the troops, the bustling and lively main street beckons you inside... Stormhammer [Robot] [U] Enfilade [Robot] [D] Crystal City City Map Harmless Hermit Obvious Exits: -U- Up leads to Sky Above Crystal City -NE- Northeast leads to Old Cybertronia -E- East leads to Old Cybertronia -W- West leads to Guardian Pass -Here's a strange figure leaving Crystal City--a large cargo-type jet streaked with filth and dust to the extent that its true colours cannot be seen, although it's probably some dull, earth tone shade. -Stormhammer trudges quietly through the streets of the city, pausing just short of the gates to stretch his back a bit, linkages creeking. He doesn't pay particular mind to the cargo transport, really.. -Moonlight is making her way back to the city. Yestercyle went /so/ well, she can't resist the temptation to return. As before, she doesn't seem to be using any means to conceal her presence at all. -The transport, however, is paying attention to him. She's been meaning to have a few words with Stormhammer. So she changes course, following him, hoping he heads away from the city where the others won't see her. -The jet is not a particularly unusual sight at a casual glance. It's big, it's boxy, its dirty, and it's flying the premarked route...like a hundred others. Only upon closer examination, one would see the heavy armament this plane carries, the pointed nose and high-tech swing-wings, the lack of a Crystal City transponder. Perhaps its attention on Stormhammer might be a clue, as well. -Moonlight continues towards the city gates, humming a happy tune to herself. Her yellow plume bounces as she moves, making her rather hard to miss. -Enfilade's scanners pick up Moonlight. Great. Just what she needs...another Decepticon around, to ask awkward questions. She sighs, reminding herself they're both supposed to be on the same side, and besides, if she talks to STormhammer she's going to blow her cover anyway. So be it. -Stormhammer leans against some suitable feature of landscape, letting his satchel drop to the ground. He sighs quietly, the lights in his visor dimming, as his optics close partway.. -Moonlight isn't really aware of what might happen...she's not an Oracle after all. She just keeps heading towards the gate. Her lack of concern might be troubling to those who don't know the femme very well, and probably to some who /do/ know her. But Moonlight is always brave...until she gets hurt of course. -When the jet transforms her figure might become immediately recognizable to Moonlight, as that of Field Commander Enfilade with her trademark helmet "wings" and back-mounted swing-wings. She lands just behind Stormhammer, and says softly, "Quiet day, eh?" Her faction symbols are still hidden in dirt, but her face (such as can be seen behind mask and visor) should give away her identity. -Stormhammer does not turn around, nor really move at all. His expression remains unchanged; calm, yet stern. He doesn't even respond right away, but when he does, his voice is a soft, yet strong rumble. "I was wondering how long you would hover up there." -Enfilade says, "I want to talk to you." She pauses. "You're takin' this awfully calmly." The femme regards him, wondering now if he knows who she is. -Moonlight smiles slightly to herself as she spots Enfilade...then she frowns, just as slightly. She isn't sure what the Field Commander would think of her being here. But, as usual, Moonlight doesn't really care. Casually she walks up to Enfilade and Stormhammer. -Stormhammer shrugs his broad shoulders. "What purpose would be served by my anger? Or fear, or indignation? Besides, I have been expecting this for some time. I'm..glad, in a way, that you've found me." -Steelwind is out for a cruise with Sapphire. -Sapphire shifts back as she sees the comosion at the gates and sighs "didnt i just leave this party last night? -Enfilade looks, at first glance, like a typical CC hauler due to the dirt and no visible logos. Closer inspection though reveals a shocking surprise...it's the Con military head herself hanging about, and her interest is in Stormhammer. -Stormhammer turns slowly to face the grungy figure interrogating him. "I know exactly why, Enfilade. But I do not fear you. If I am to be terminated, I'd rather it be by you, strange as that sounds. But I do not believe that's why you're here." He runs his fingers lightly across his right arm; Close inspection would show that the arm doesn't quite match the rest of him. It's still a dark blue color, but the paint seems fresher, less dull and muted than the rest of his body, and it lacks the dents, scrapes, and soot that covers most of the rest of his form. -Enfilade answers point-blank, "No, it ain't." She examines him closely. "What the frag happened to you?" she asks softly, optics piercing into his, trying to search for answers and reasons why. And then...frag. Moonlight. No escaping this one... She looks over at the other femme. "Check this out," she says, and tosses Moonlight a heavy artillerypiece. It's not entirely assmebled--the trigger and handle are noticeably missing--but still, it's nice, even if non-functional at the moment. -Moonlight doesn't really care about the weapon, but doesn't care about Stormhammer in equal porportions. Being away on duty a lot has really taken her out of the loop in most things...but considering the sort of messages that Enfliade /knows/ this femme has delivered, she shouldn't be /too/ concerned about the smuggler. -Stormhammer shrugs slightly in response to Enfilade, his gaze fixing with hers. "Life happened, and continues to happen. Some wounds heal, others do not, or cannot. Tell me, then: what can I do for you?" -Steelwind looks hard at Enfilade and listens to the exchange of words from a distance. Then he looks back at Sapphire. "I'm really sorry about this..." -Enfilade shakes her head slowly. "I'm givin' you a chance to explain. What happened?" -Sapphire stands quietly, a gange war is all ways a nice to take a gall. -Stormhammer's optics dim a bit more. "Hm? Ah, of course. With...yes." Is he really that absent minded? " -Enfilade's optics flicker and she leans forward. "Look, I ain't got all day to play with you." A nervous glance over her shoulder. Is she doing something sketchy, here? "The prevailing attitude is that you're an Autobot, or worse. If you don't give me anything to contradict that..." -Moonlight slightly loses interest in the dialogue between Enfliade and Stormhammer...sounds a bit too serious for her tastes. So, she looks around for something else to amuse her...and spots Steelwind and Sapphire. Now, /that's/ more like it. -Steelwind moves slightly closer towards the three so that he can hear better what's being said. He notices Enfilade spot him, and looks at Sapphire questioningly... -Stormhammer's optics dim a bit more. "Hm? Ah, of course. With...yes." Is he really that absent minded? "The..entity..which Epoch and I encountered in the crypt - I'm certain you've heard him tell exactly what transpired there - enthralled me, I suppose. From what I learned from..It..It had been searching for a suitable host for some time. Since long before you or I were created.. It became 'conscious' when the Autobot and Decepticon forces converged on the area, and coerced the first warrior to approach it..myself..into reactivating It." -Steelwind tugs gently at Sapphire's arm and looks at her in the optics, his own saying - let's get out of here. -I hope Steelwind didn't think he'd get off /that/ easy. Moonlight, quite bored of Stormhammer and Enfilade by now, starts heading towards Steelwind and Sapphire, quick enough to be brisk, but not quick enough to appear threatening. -Stormhammer nods, slowly. "Of course, of course." His expression seems to soften somewhat.. "It is..good to see you again." -Blitzwing booms overhead. Here comes the negotiator. He lands right in the middle of the gathwering. "Howdy yall." -Sapphire grones as just like last night.. the heavy hiter has arived "oi... -Enfilade calls to Moonlight, "Hey, gimme that gun back!" -Steelwind starts walking away, halfway dragging Sapphire. He hasn't noticed that Moonlight is approaching them. -Moonlight stops, midstride, forgetting that she even /had/ the things. Chuckling to herself, she turns back to move towards Enfilade, tossing a, "Heya Blitzwing" over her shoulder. -Blitzwing ransforms and asseses the situation. He waves to Moonlight and salutes the boss lady. "Aya Stormhammer. Sorry bout that attempting to kill you thing last time I saw ya. Just doing my job. Where ya been anyhow?" -Sapphire taps steelwind on the shoulder "i think someone wants to speak to you -Enfilade hehs at Blitzwing. "Yeah. Cancel that kill order." Her optics flicker over Stormhammer. "Provided, of course, that you've got no overt hostilities towards the Empire?" -Steelwind mutters to Sapphire: "... a ... idea...let's take off shall we?" -Sapphire looks back at moonlight n shrugs.. then gets draged off -Stormhammer states, simply, "No more than towards the Autobots. And to answer your question, brother Blitzwing, I have been..around. I have had quite a lot on my mind, lately." -Steelwind continues away from the scene, following Sapphire -Blitzwing shrugs in response to Stormhammer. "I hope things are coming back to normal for ya." -Moonlight sheepishly hands back the gun to Enfilade with an apologetic shrug. Then she turns to Blitzwing and gives his arm a squeeze in greeting. "Feeling better big guy?" -Stormhammer returns to his previous posture, leaning up against a feature of landscape. "You are a considerable distance from your base, friend Enfilade. Not to suggest you should _not_ be here, of course, but one might wonder why..?" -Enfilade is talking to Stormhammer and holding what would be an artillery gun were it not for the missing handle and trigger. A piece of a weapon, no doubt, that she fiddles with as if working with the inner assembly as she speaks to the neutral. -Whiplash skulks along out of the Guardian Pass, a momentarly flicker of white against the rubble (yes, white ... check the desc), which quickly vanishes behind cover as though it were never there at all. From that vantage point, she creeps closer, unseen. -Moonlight sighs, as her 'fun' walks away, and waits for Blitzwing to answer her question. -Blitzwing looks around somewhat disoriented, then returns his gaze to Moonlight. "Yea....Im fine. And you?" -Moonlight winks. "Good. I'm /always/ good." -Stormhammer nods, his expression unchanging - of course, he suspects there's something more to it, but nothing in his body language suggests this. "Reclaim, repair, and rebuild. Better than the alternative, of course." -Whiplash's optics narrow a little as she regards Stormhammer talking to Enfilade. She edges as close as she can without breaking cover, to see what she can overhear. -Enfilade replies, "No point buyin' the same junk twice. Only takin' back what's ours, no harm in that right?" -Blitzwing smirks at that comment. "Sometimes I think your lookin for trouble." -Moonlight puts a hand up to her chest in mock defense. "Look for trouble? Me? Never!" She winks again. -Whiplash glances only in passing at the familiar forms of Moonlight and Blitzwing, though she does pause for a moment to take in the new hat ... with a shrugging motion of her tentacles, she returns her attention to Enfilade and Stormhammer. -Blitzwing just stares. "Dont be patronizing the big dumb mech now. Trouble is just as constant with you as yer hat." He grins. -Stormhammer says, "It depends upon the means by which one 'takes back' such objects, I suppose." His optics fall on the half-assembled weapon, and the old mech shudders slightly. "And sometimes, what the objects represent.."" -Enfilade says, "Every time war springs up, vultures spring up in its wake. Folks who scavenge the battlegrounds, swiping what they can and selling it for any price they can get. It's surprisingly easy to steal from thieves...if they report what you've done, they turn themselves in as well." -Moonlight chuckles, deciding to give Blitzwing a friendly barb. "Well, if I'm such trouble, how come I've yet to be brigged?" She glances at his face to make sure he's not /too/ upset by her comment. She might like to tease, but she doesn't really want to hurt anyone's feelings...too much. -Blitzwing mock growls and pulls her hat down over her optics. -Stormhammer turns away, gradually. "Logical, of course.." He mutters, then falls silent. -Enfilade says, "What?" Something's eating at Stormhammer. "Hey, what'd I do?" You'd think he'd be a bit more grateful for her efforts to convice the Cons that he's not public enemy #1. -Moonlight flails madly, pretending to be incapacitated by her 'blindness'. She stopped paying attention to Enfliade and Stormhammer long ago and doesn't know that Whiplash is around yet. But that's okay, because Blitzwing is always fun to trade teases with. -Blitzwing playfully gronks her on top of the head. "I dont know what gets you in more trouble ...yer mouth...or your looks." -Stormhammer says nothing for quite some time, as though he didn't even hear the question. Then, "It's nothing, really. Ancient history, for one part. And for another...things that really should not be discussed." -Enfilade is not satisfied by that answer, but realizes this is not the time to try to get Stormhammer to discuss them. "I'd like to put that gun incident behind us," She says at last. -Moonlight winces slightly from under the hat, which she quickly fixes. "Must be my looks," she replies with a saucy grin. -Blitzwing chuckles "One day....Bammm zoom...straight to one of the moons." -Moonlight shrugs. "Or, if I get into enough trouble, I'll get to Monacus." -Whiplash's attention sharpens a little as Enfilade mentions "the gun incident," though she's momentarily a little distracted by Moonlight and Blitzwing's antics. -Enfilade waits to see what stormhammer will do. -Blitzwing scoops up Moonlight and merrily slinks over to Enfilade, before setting her down. "You really should keep a tighter leash on this one, she's apt to getting herself in trouble." -Stormhammer nods a bit, towards Enfilade. "As would I. Of course, there are...certain individuals.. who would not, on both sides. It would seem I've become an object of considerable interest to some.." He glances over Enfilade's shoulder, thinking he saw a vague movement out of the corner of his eye; probably just a shadow. "And yet..quite alone, all the same." His words and tone remain perfectly even, almost emotionless. -Whiplash bares her fangs silently for a brief moment. -Enfilade tilts her head. "Interest, how come? I mean, aside from the recent incident. You're a priest, right? What do you have, that they'd want?" -Stormhammer's broad shoulders shrug again. "Perhaps you should direct such questions towards the Autobot Cloak. He seems as intent on exposing me as a Decepticon spy, as some of your men are on exposing me as an Autobot.." A very slight expression of humor crosses his face, though he still glances past Enfilade from time to time.. Some white shadow, skulking around there? No, just a trick of the light. He dismisses it.. -Moonlight looks back up at Blitzwing. "Leash is it? I think you need it more than I do." -Whiplash is very very interested now, because indeed she holds the most uncharitable thoughts toward the priest after the FusionFire's Cannon incident, and waits to see what he'll say further. The tentacles flicker around her before she reminds herself of her inopportune color scheme and draws them in around herself. -Enfilade sits down on a nearby rock, looking a bit more relaxed. She puts the gun away and begins to tinker with a datapad now. "If you were a Con Spy I'd know it." She laughs. "But as for the Autobot deal...you're an ex-autobot. I like putting emphasis on /ex/, but fact remains, you were hangin' around Iacon a lot for a while there." -Moonlight fidgets like a bored child whose parent is talking to another adult about something very adult-like. She gives a half-smile to Blitzwing. "Then they're not doing a good job." -Stormhammer sits across from the Decepticon commander. "I was a guest. I have..not been invited to Darkmount," he states, slight humor creeping into his voice. "Though my travels have caused me to stray somewhat into your territory.. It seems most inhospitable." -Blitzwing looks around confused. "You act like Im rowdy or sumthing." -Enfilade nods slowly. "It's a...bit of an exclusive club," she says. "The sort that throws out any that ain't got memberships." And she dusts off the Decepticon insignia on her wing. Funny, were it not for that insignia she might look at home here, in the condition she's in. -Moonlight nods her head. "Of course I do." She goes up on tipy toes again. "But that's part of your charm Blitz." -Blitzwing aww shuxes "I'm charming?" -Moonlight shrugs. "Well, you do have your own charm. A bit cave-mechish, but it's there." She chuckles and whispers: "... ... all ... ... some of the femmes have ... attention. ... whole thing didn't ... ... very ... it means you're ... a lost ..." ((And we all know that some of the femmes have paid attention. True, that whole thing didn't go over very well, but it means you're not a lost cause.)) -Blitzwing is now confused again. Was that one of those backhanded compliments? "You know I have an artistic side." -Moonlight should be nicer to Blitzwing, she really should. "You do?" she asks. -Stormhammer glances over at Enfilade, his expression looking somewhat uncertain. "Is there anywhere we could speak..more privately?" -Blitzwing grins. "I often dent a slab of metal in all sorts of pretty ways." -Moonlight grins. "Oh really?" -Blitzwing nods "Then I melt them." He bursts out laughing. "HAH! I had you going there didnt I?" -Moonlight shrugs. "Not really." She frowns slightly. "I was making fun of you actually," she admits. -Blitzwing frowns " I cant shake the big dumb grunt rep can I?" -Moonlight gives Blitzwing an appraising look. "Are you /really/ trying though?" she asks, clearly not making fun now. -Enfilade nods slowly, though she's frowning a little. "How have you found the city to be towards you lately? They let you in?" -Blitzwing shrugs "Eh...well...maybe....maybe not." -Moonlight grins. "But that's okay. We all love you just the way you are," she says with a chuckle. -Stormhammer considers a moment, before answering. "I am not, officially, here. There was some..business..I had to attend to in town. For the most part, I make my home in the city you once called Unix." -Enfilade says, "That might be a better idea. Let's go." -Moonlight turns to Enfilade once she realizes that they'll be leaving. "Now you behave yourself young lady," she says with mock sternness, shaking a finger in the Field Commander's direction. -Enfilade rolls her optics. "Business is..." No, just...just never mind. She doesnt' need to justify herself, and for frag's sake, Stormhammer? There are enough sides to the love triangle/square/hexagon/whatever horrid shape it is now.... -Blitzwing grins "He gives you any trouble tell him....I'll um...whoop him but good." -Whiplash bares fangs again silently as she sees Enfilade head off with Stormhammer. Someone may get an audio-full in the future.... -Moonlight shrugs and watches Enfilade go, not really seeing anything wrong with her wandering off with a neutral. -Blitzwing taps Moonlight on the should inquiring "Are they an item or something?" -Whiplash rumbles a soft growl as Enfilade and Stormhammer move out of earshot, for the first time giving voice to her disgust, though she's still hidden. The familiar growl emmanates from very close to Blitzwing and Moonlight, though. -Moonlight shakes her head. "I don't think so. I'm not up on the current gossip. I /did/ only get back yesterday. Their conversation wasn't the least bit interesting, so I didn't pay any attention to it really." She looks around for the source of the growl...she might seem like she doesn't care or pay attention, but if she was really that unalert she never would have survived to come to Cybertron in the first place. -Whiplash emerges from her hiding spot as the two objects of her attention disappear from view. She looks ... decidedly different now, like a photo-negative of her former color scheme. -Blitzwing looks at Lash. "Darn...you get repainted for any particular reason?" -Moonlight arches an optic ridge at Whiplash. "Oh my! What happened to you Lash?" -Whiplash gives Blitzwing a questioning look, as though her new color scheme has already slipped her mind. But she quickly realizes what he's talking about, and says, "Yeah, you could say that." Replying to Moonlight as well, she continues, "Proving a point. Couldn't have Onslaught going around thinking I was incompetent." Solar says, "Solar reportin in" -Moonlight frowns. "Now, why would he think something like that?" -Whiplash says, "He outright said so. 'Bet you couldn't do your job correctly in a different color scheme,' or something to that effect. I proved him wrong. Threw a dead Autobot down at his feet in the arena last night. At least, what was left of it." She grins at the memory, and at the memory of Onslaught's expression. Solar says, "Whats goin on?" Whiplash says, "Hey Solar. I'm out near Crystal City, of all places. Pretty quiet out here. Though I imagine if we got much closer that'd change." Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Enfliade just ran off with some mech. *her mischievious chuckle can be heard*" Lieutenant Moonlight says, "We could test that theory 'Lash." Solar says, "You tryin to knock out those AA guns down there?" -Moonlight folds her arms. "Well, what does /he/ know anyhow?" Whiplash says, "Well, not *yet*... (seems to recall suddenly that they're on an open channel, and the radio clicks off)" -Blitzwing sneers. "My boss can be narrowminded." -Whiplash gives Moonlight and Blitzwing a quick apologetic look and says, "I'd love to make a run at the walls, guys, but I think there's something else I gotta keep track of. If you'll excuse me." She heads off in a hurry in the direction that Enfilade and Stormhammer disappeared to. -Moonlight shrugs and watches Whiplash leave... -Solar comes walkin in as he doesn't wanna get shot down. "So this is where all the fun is?" -Whiplash hurries off into the distance all eye-catching in her new colors before she resumes cover and disappears. -Moonlight waves to Solar as he walks up to them. "Not really." She turns to look at the gates. "But I'm sure if I walked right up and knocked, that might change very quickly." -Blitzwing nods to Solar. "regular party." -Solar nods "Alright now to the real important question. Why is Whiplash white?" -Moonlight grins broadly. "Someone questioned her competance." -Solar says, "And they yet function?" -Moonlight nods. "It was...Onslaught." -Solar says, "Ok, but why is she white?" -Blitzwing shrugs "Onsy's mouth + her pride=white" -Moonlight nods to back up Blitzwing's story. -Solar says, "Okay she's white, did she lose a bet? Was she ordered to paint herself white? Gimme a bit more detailed of an explanation" -Moonlight smiles. "I just found out a few moments ago. From what she told me, Onslaught pinned her competence on the fact she was black and that she couldn't do the job in a lighter color. Whiplash wanted to prove him wrong." -Solar says, "Well its a good thing I'm going for a paint job then. can't have 2 white Decepticons now can we?" -Blitzwing chuckles. "You guys could be an item." -Moonlight tries to imagine Solar and Whiplash as an item, can't do it, and starts laughing. "Are you the local match maker now Blitz?" she asks when she calms down. She turns to Solar. "You're getting a paint job?" -Solar says, "When I head to Monocus, I hear they have a place that does a 12 step donding process with a clear coat system. Bit expensive, but white shows too much dirt" Grunt Turmoil says, "Dude! What's going down?" Solar says, "we're talking about new paint jobs, wanna come join us?" -Moonlight sighs slightly. "Monacus eh. Hope you enjoy your trip. What color are you planning on taking?" -Solar says, "Skywarp's colors, Satin finish black, with a two tone grape flame motif with metal flake, and matching decepticon sigil. Platinum plating for accent" -Moonlight nods her head. "Sounds fancy." -Blitzwing chuckles "Go with pink to highlight your optics." -Solar says, "I reserve the bright colors for ground pounders" -Moonlight takes a few steps towards the gate. "Should I let them know we're here?" she asks, not looking back so as to hide her expression for the moment. -Solar says, "Just ring the bell so we can ring theirs" -Blitzwing snickers to Sol. "Tells the blind airjocks whose down below." -Solar says, "Hey the brighter the colors down below the easier the targets. Go ahead and announce us Moonlight" -Blitzwing jumps up to stretch his wings, out of boredom. He transforms. "well...." Con Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Ohhhhhhh Autobots, you have some visitors." Solar says, "we're cute and cuddely and totally unarmed" Blitzwing says, "Aye....We're meerly tourists around here. Look at all the pretty death...um buildings." Swivel says, "Hm... cute and cuddley. Will you be my friends? *facetious*" Con Lieutenant Moonlight says, "No comment." Blitzwing snickers "Tends to get me in trouble." Blitzwing says, "I offer you a complementary blaster wound though." Swivel says, "that doesn't sound very appealing." Solar says, "We brought energon!" Con Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Of course it isn't. Blitzwing, where are your manners?" Blitzwing says, "Manners? Was that the big red guy? I shot him a while back." Swivel chuckles. "Nosecone... your too serious for once. Let them have their chatty fun." Con Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Blitzwing I think he recovered. But why don't you ask the Bots, I'm sure they would know." Blitzwing says, "Nosecone? Oh...Joy. Joyous joy to end all joy. this could be amusin'." -Solar transforms and sits on his wheels then lowers his gangway "Get in I got an Idea" Swivel says, "besides, these are the cute and cuddley 'cons. Now where did I hide my pink paint?" Swivel says, "you know..... wouldn't the civs be getting a little annoyed using this broadcast to just goof around. I mean.... it's a little rude. Now really... what is this about? I don't know that many cute and cuddley 'cons... well in groups anyway." Solar says, "Ya know since we're so close to Crystal City anyways, lets just blow up all their fraggin AA guns. Makes comin through here later easier." Solar I am the very model of a modern big aft bomber Contents: Blitzwing Spot Canvas Style Bag Laser_Core_Unit -Nosecone trundles along, heading for Crystal City.. and keeping a watch out for any Decepticons. Swivel says, "Be nice....." -Solar is parked and on the ground but he's invisible, so as to draw out the bad guys Solar says, "I have 2 Autobots approaching the gates to the city be ready to jump out" Lieutenant Moonlight says, "You sure this is a good idea?" 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "Sol...go Airborne. Trust me." Lieutenant Moonlight says, "You don't want him to drop me out, do you?" 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "I plan on crushing them flat." Solar says, "We need some way to test response time here. Do you have a better idea. Airborne is a no go Blitz, the second I do the AA guns can lock onto me with radar" 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "Darn. Need a new strategy then...." Solar says, "How large are you in tank mode Blitz?" -Moonlight waits patiently for the signal...though she's not sure what she's going to do once she pops out. -Swivel walks into the area, very cautiously, looking around. All she wants to do is get into Crystal city, keep an optic on someone, and go to Iacon until she can get a NEW home away from Iacon. She may not be stealth, intel, or have any invisibility or claoking techniques, but she makes due with her small form and surroundings. 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "36 ft." Solar does some quick calculations, "Let me shunt my ordinance to subspace, then you should be able go to tank mode" -Subtlety? Stealth? What's that? When you're a dirty great tank with a drill on the front, it's a bit hard to sneak up on anything. Not like Nosecone is even trying, just keeping pace with Swivel as they approach Crystal City. So far, so good. Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Ummmm...Solar?" -Solar slowly opens his loading bay doors, his stealth mode making the sounds and movements unoticable, he is timeing their approach and is ready to throw a surprise Solar says, "You have a go, Swivel and Nosecone are close enough Blitz go nuts" Lieutenant Moonlight says, "But what do you want /me/ to do?" -Blitzwing drops out the bomber door and fires death of epic proportions towards Nosecone. "Greetings!" Solar says, "Your a Decepticon their Autobots, do you need a refresher in basic combat situations?" -Swivel is making her way cuatiously... trying to hide her form by keeping close to the large grinding tank. Alright... so she's a coward. Or paranoid. She knows it's a trap but needs to get to CC... and if she finds the person she looking for isn't there she will have to get very disapointed with that person. Grr.Going through this trouble for nothing. Double grr. Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Bah! That's /not/ what I meant." 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "Shooting seems like a good option." -Moonlight jumps out after Blitzwing, throwing her arms out wide, and grinning just as widely. "Ta da! Told you we were here!" Solar says, "Introduce yourself to the nice mechs Moonlight" Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Solar, Swivel's a femme. If she was a mech, she wouldn't be so troublesome." Solar says, "Semantics" 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "Whose Semantics? I gotta shoot him too?" -Erm... gunfire. Knew it knew it! WHy so determined? Slacking off promises among other personal things on her agenda would be nice about now.... like sitting in the rec room playing cards. Oh bog. Swivel is getting to be more lazy than Nosecone. The habits she piks up from people. Oy. Swivel looks aorund for any way of covering herself until she gets into Crystal City. Solar says, "Not a who, I'll explain it later" Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Yeah, what he said. We need to talk after this Blitz...your language skills suck." -Nosecone hears the familar whine of artilery and almost grins. Almost, because he doesn't have a face in this mode. "That the best you can do?" he emits calmly, as the shell impacts in the ground beside him, showing the drilling machine with small pieces of metal that bounce harmlessly off his armor. "Might as well give up now" he taunts, missle-launchers rotating as they aquire a target. "Save you /and/ me the hassle." 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "Huh? Why is everybody always picking on me?" -Blitzwing gets lit up like a rocket "Arrgggh." He jumps into the air transforming. "Die...slowly and painfully." Cue random death ordinance number 2. Solar says, "Moonlight, you got Swivel?" -Swivel gets herself more distance from Nosecone, him now being a target an just lifts an optic ridge. Why are mechs like that? Surprise attacks for no gain of property or goods, just that stuff called pride. She shakes her head, never understanding these spurradic fights. "Sure... might cause /a/ casuality... but is it worth the hassel than to just wait until there is a battle that will tip the tide and do your killing then?" she questions out loud, not realizing she transfered her thoughts to words. Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Sure...why not." -"Run for the gates, Swiv" the drill-tank emits. "I'll cover ya. Though the way this bozo is firin, ya won't need it." Note that Nosecone hasn't veered from his course at all.. he's still grinding steadily towards the city. The Technobot fires off a couple of misslies randomly, not really aiming for anything or anyone, just laying surpressing fire. -Moonlight grumbles a bit to herself. For some reason she seems less than thrilled over the prospect of fighting. She pulls out her gun, fully intending to shoot at the pesky femme, but she realizes that Swivel is too close to being within the safety of the gates. She shrugs, not overly upset. Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Now what? She's too far in." Solar says, "We can give Blitzwing a hand, or start taking out their weapon placements" Lieutenant Moonlight says, "If you think the mounted guns aren't too tough for me, I suppose I could give that a shot." Solar says, "give it a try" -Swivel scampers into the safety of the gates and turns around, almost tempted to stick her tongue out or place her thumbs on the sides of her head and wiggle her fingers. She doesn't. She thinks it is a rather silly and immature notion. She's been around certain silly people too much recently. Swivel is too mature for that. So she just looks at them, offers a 'thumbs-up' and turns around walking in the gates. -Moonlight nods to herself and avoids the combat between Blitzwing and Nosecone. Instead she concentrates on the city's defenses, particularily at those dangerous and none too friendly mounted guns. -Blitzwing roars his engines eying nosecone carefully. " Charred or extra crispy?" He remarks mockingly. *time passes due to people logging off* Solar says, "Alright Cons, mission accomplished, lets head out. Anymech need a lift?" Lieutenant Moonlight says, "I wouldn't mind one." 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "I can handle myself." Lieutenant Moonlight says, "You sure...you're an awful lot to handle Blitz." Solar I am the very model of a modern big aft bomber Contents: Spot Canvas Style Bag Laser_Core_Unit -Solar says, "We'll meet ya at the Surge Blitz" 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. Obvious Exits: -O- Out leads to Dead End - North Strip -Solar walks over to the bar "That was less informative than I expected" -Moonlight meanders into the Surge, humming softly. She walks over to Solar. "How so?" -Solar says, "I expected a bigger response" -Moonlight shrugs, not really caring. No one really got hurt, so she's content for the moment. "Well, at least it was too little instead of too much." -Solar says, "Were you able to make a dent in those weapons at all?" -Moonlight wriggles her hand back and forth. "So-so. Remember, there was just one of me." -Solar says, "I figure those AA guns are our biggest threat" -Moonlight nods her head. "Most likely. They don't get annoyed. They just stand there and shot, not really caring what goes on." -Solar says, "Alright, well I have to get ready for my Monocus trip. I guess I'll have to put ypu in charge of the Surge till I get back." -Moonlight grins slightly. "Thanks. Hopefully no one will lose their tempers while you're gone and make me look bad." -Solar says, "Just keep the place in one piece, and don't forget the blue button behind the bar" -Moonlight nods. "Right-o." She looks hesitant for a while. -Solar says, "And the fake wall" -Moonlight blinks. "There's a fake wall?" she asks in a quiet voice. -Solar nods and points to the South, "Your a Smuggler, you should know always have a backdoor. -Moonlight nods. "But that doesn't mean I have instincutual knowledge of /everyone's/ back door." She shrugs and sighs, looking at the floor for a moment. -Solar says, "Remember rule #1 is always 'DON'T GET CAUGHT' the wall is a hologram and leads right to the Light Deal Showroom" -Moonlight is only half paying attention. "Yes, don't get caught. That's a bad thing." -Solar says, "Something on your mind?" -Moonlight shrugs. "Yeah, I guess." -Solar says, "Need a sounding board?" -Moonlight shakes her head. "More like a favor..." -Solar says, "All ya need ta do is ask" -Moonlight nods. "I've failed to get any information on what happened to my mentor. I was wondering if you could keep an auidal open while you're on your trip." -Solar says, "Swipe right?" -Moonlight nods her head again. "Yes." -Solar says, "I'll ask around both here and Monocus" -Moonlight seems a bit relieved. "Thanks. He's a bit taller than me and is mostly grey with dark blue bits here and there. He wears an optic-patch, but that's just for show. Of course, he most likely doesn't look like that anymore. Our band was called the Comet's Tail and we were fairly well known. As far as I've been able to tell, I'm the only one that got out okay." -Solar says, "Whats his alt mode? And what ship did you run on?" -Moonlight sits on a bar stool. "His alt is a hovercycle and his robot form showed quite a bit of evidence of this. He had two ships, the Bottle and the Wink. Swipe liked simple names." -Solar says, "Alright, then I'll talk to you later." -Moonlight nods. "Thanks..." -Solar says, "No need to thank me till I have the answers. If you need me in the next cycle radio me" Solar disappears into the shadows... -Moonlight lets out a long sigh.