January 12th, 2003 ~Turmoil(D), Enfilade(D), Whiplash(D), Ghost(D), Onslaught(D), Novastar(D), Swivel(A), Dirge(D), Ultra Magnus(A), Blitzwing(D), Starfire(U), Nosecone(A), Steelwind(A), Stormhammer(U), Darkmount - Barracks You step through the large and heavy door into an archaic looking cavern. The natural material of the mountain is very much in evidence here, as not much effort was put into making the army's barracks very attractive. With plasma tools and brute hydraulic power, hundreds of cubicles have been carved out in strangely organized rows throughout the room and at multiple levels. The size of the cubicle is a general indication of the rank of the owner, and you'll notice several larger rooms higher up in the cavern, almost as if they were positioned to watch over the troops below. Turmoil Obvious exits: -N- North leads to Darkmount - Elevator Shaft. -S- South leads to Darkmount - Guardhouse. -Turmoil is grudgingly cleaning now with proper equipment the corridor of the barracks section of Darkmount. -Moonlight had been cleaning a particularily messy barracks room and is finally done. She emerges from the room, shaking the last little bit of dust and dirt from her hands. Enfilade says, "On both Autobot and Decepticon radar, as well as several neutral radars, comes early warning of an unidentified spacecraft entering Cybertronian airspace." -Turmoil looks up. "I've got the whole corridor under control." he shakes his head and listens to the boradband broadcast. "Hmph.... sounds like something interesting is going on and I am stuck cleaning." -Moonlight shrugs. "We've been working pretty hard lately...Onslaught never said we couldn't take a break now and then." She grins. -Turmoil grins mischeviously. "That's right, he never did mention about no breaks. Heh heh..." shrugs. "We'll have to wait to hear more on the matter before we can investiage though." The object is large enough to be a spacecraft, and moving very quickly. It's unlikely anyone's going to intercept it unless they were already in position. Its estimated place of landing--somewhere on the Bismuth Causeway, likely near Dead End. (OOCly; Bismuth Causeway Dead End Exit) :) -Moonlight leans on the mop she had been carrying. "Sounds good to me." Enfilade says, "Enfilade here in Darkmount Central Command. What the frag /is/ that thing?!" -Turmoil nods. "KNatch. Bismuth Causeway." Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Some of us could always go ake a peek..." Whiplash says, "What thing?" Imperial Warrior Novastar says, "Say again ma'am?" Enfilade says, "Darkmount sensors picked up some big...thing...looks like a spacecraft. They say it's gonna land near the Bismuth Skyway and near Dead End." Enfilade says, "That ain't one of ours, is it?" Lieutenant Moonlight sounds rather hopeful. "Want me to go do a little investigating?" Onslaught says, "Well then, let's just send an intercept recon team. Assemble our fastest." Enfilade says, "Affirmative Moonlight." Onslaught says, "Just a suggestion." Imperial Warrior Novastar says, "I'm near the command center, I'll see about getting our sensor watch staff to clarify..." Grunt Turmoil says, "Should I go wiht Moonlight?" -Moonlight drops the mop. "Well, I'm outta here." She chuckles and heads for the exit. Enfilade says, "Yeah. If it's an Autobot, do slag it, ok?" Ghost comes across raspy, "Field operative Ghost reporting, I'm out over Tarn. Need an Interceptor?" Whiplash says, "I'm up for that." -Turmoil shakes his head. "You are sooooooo messy! At least put the mop where it belongs!" Enfilade says, "Affirmative Ghost, but watch out for Turmoil and moonlight. We don't need to be shooting at our own troops." Ghost says, "I won't shoot anything that looks.. familar." Enfilade says, "If it's something major, call me. I'll start making my way in that direction." -Moonlight grabs the mop, banishes it to subspace, and proceedes to leave. -Turmoil nods his head, putting his equipment away and grins. "Let's go." Imperial Warrior Novastar sounds cautiuos, "Darkmount's computers have no idea what this thing is besides its moving. Watch out for spirits." Whiplash says, "I'll make an approach on ground level. Might not get there as fast as the flyers, but at least they won't see me coming." Bismuth Causeway Numerous bridges, many of them in disrepair, span the trench. The trench itself is yet another natural feature of the asteroid core of this world. Dug into the surface from eons of traveling through space and colliding with other celestial bodies, this entire sector of the planet is riddled with canyons of varying degrees. Usually the width of a Guardian, the trench sometimes narrows down so that even the smallest of Transformers has to either force their way through, or climb around the bottleneck.The exit to the southwest points to Dead End, once known as Victory City. Swivel [Robot] [A] Galactic Productions Shuttle Neelsaan [Humanoid] [U] Guerrius [Humanoid] [U] Byline [Humanoid] [U] Obvious Exits: -U- Up leads to Sky above Trench -NE- Northeast leads to Asteroid Canyon -SW- Southwest leads to Dead End - North Strip -E- East leads to Bismuth Causeway -W- West leads to Bismuth Causeway -Moonlight carefully makes her way towards the location her higher-ups sent her to. -Turmoil follows behind Moonlight like her own personal bodygaurd, trying not to be too... obvious. -Novastar comes in high, though not discrete, with sensors wide open. Mystery ships don't usually bear gifts. -Neelsaan looks to Byline and walks confidently ahead of him and Guerrius. "Of course there is. Have our sources ever been wrong? Are you coming with those peace offerings?" -Whiplash skulks toward the indicated site on ground level, staying to the shadows and slipping from one old bridge-foundation to another as she approaches the given coordinates. -Whiplash skulks toward the indicated site on ground level, staying to the shadows and slipping from one old bridge-foundation to another as she approaches the given coordinates. -Byline says, "Peace offerings, of course!" and staggers out with a trunk so big he can hardly carry it. A few shiny coins fall out of it as he hauls it out of the shuttle, his camera straps clinking against it--and against his chest--as he walks. -Ghost streaks near silently into the area, coloration making it seem, at first, a shadow of something far above. Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Okay, I've gotten a bit of a peek at our 'guests'. The shuttle isn't really very big, about 70 by 40 feet. I think it's primarily for communication purposes by the looks of it." -Byline looks around, impatient to see the locals. -Guerrius pauses at the top of the shuttle's ramp, large, fleshy eyelids narrowing slightly as he looks at gathering forms in the distance... Robots... bah. Tin cans fighting... it can hardly be considered a war, can it? Never-the-less, it's a learning opportunity. Grudgingly, he makes his way down the ramp behind the others. -Neelsaan sighs and shakes her head. folding her arms over her chest. "I can't believe you'd forget that." Something seems to occur to her suddenly. "We did go over the checklist, didn't we? I made that checklist. And then the sub-checklist, plus checklist b-6...now where did I put that..." She digs in her clothes for it, then glances back. "Have you got those robot suits? Is mine as I asked? It had better be flattering, that old man got right up my beak!" Imperial Warrior Novastar whistles. "Moonlight's got it right... this thing could probably outbroadcast the sun, any of them, in terms of transmission power. I've seen some dishes like these on fixed installations here. Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Gee, I'm glad you have to point out that I'm right Nova..." -Whiplash edges closer until she can finally get a look at the odd little creatures whose conversation she could hear before she was in position to get a look at them. Puzzled, she settles down into a patch of shadow to see how things progress from here, as some of her comrades aren't quite as unobtrusive about their arrival as she was. Imperial Warrior Novastar bristles indignantly into the radio, and notes, "I do have a better view of this thing's top up here, Moonlight... and confrimatino is SOP." Enfilade says, "Is it an Autobot ship?" -Swivel is silently observing, remaining hidden. A LOT of Decepticons... few unidentified thing-a-ma-bobs, and just herself. Not the best time to be drawing attention to herself. Lieutenant Moonlight says, "There's nothing identifying it as such Enfilade." Whiplash says, "Those aren't Autobots loitering around in front of it." -Novastar sends a radar ping through the area checking the shuttle from on high. -Ghost drops down from above, engines a veritable scream as she applies air brakes to slow down, pinging signals below to see if anyone she knows is in the area. Enfilade says, "Is there anythin' else? Lash--what did you say?" -Moonlight moves a little closer, but still keeps her distance. She's actually being stealthy for once, and when she tries to be stealthy, she usually does a good job. Whiplash says, "I said they're not Autobots. Some kinda organic creatures, in some interesting color combinations. Looks almost like they're waiting around to be greeted." -Byline hits the dirt, dropping his chest and scattering jewels and coins and energon slivers and knick knacks everywhere, as Ghost flies low overhead! Imperial Warrior Novastar says, "I don't think so, Commander. It doesn't seem to be outfitted like an Autobot combat shuttle. And those things in front either have the most bizarre power systems ever, or pretty much lack metal in their bodies." Enfilade says, "Aliens? I am /definitely/ on my way." Whiplash says, "And ... heh ... they don't seem to have expected a powerdive from Ghost." Ghost comes across, "You try running full speed through these canyons..." -Neelsaan sighs, shaking her head and standing her ground. "Oh, come on. They're just curious. Wouldn't you be?" She walks over and starts to collect the treasures and put them back in the chest. "You're insufferable. Go get the robot suits before you break something valuable." -Swivel slowly moves from her hiding spot to investigate these strange... people up close and personal, despite knowing Decepticons to be crawling everywhere. Perhaps they are just as curious as she is and SOMEONE has to confront these visitors. Oh And Swivel is a dangerously curious little femme. Dangerous for her health. Walks to loom over the geusts. "Um.... hello?" Lieutenant Moonlight says, "I know what these critters are. I've seen them in my travels. They're called the Avaiins. They're generally known to be peaceful and they have one consuming obsession." -Byline doesn't want to get the robot suits; the locals are too interesting. He steps towards Swivel and gets a big grin on his face, and raises an open hand in greeting. "Bah weep grain.... no, just a second... Bay Whop Gran-na...no, that's not it...oh, I almost got it! PLEEZ lemme try again..." He clears his throat. "Bah weep gran-na weep ninnybong!" And he's all smiles. -Novastar continues to circle... waiting for orders on which way to jump with the organics, though if you were close, you might hear a single tisk, at the showy maneuver Ghost put on. -Ghost pulls up sharply, avoiding one of the few bridges left over the ravine, engines slowly dimming before they cut out. Wingovering, she drops back down, stall turning to make another overhead pass of the strange shuttle, simply curious for the time being. -Dirge carefully zooms towards the action. -Swivel raises an optic ridge. "Ba weep gran-a weep ninnybong eh?" she rubs the back of her head. "So what brings you to cybtertron?" -Neelsaan pushes past Byline and gives a bright smile. "Hello. We are from another world..." She makes a kind of circular motion in front of her. "We would like your cooperation, as we've been told there's a war on here...?" She makes it sound like a tea party. -Byline grins to Swivel, "We're going to make you a /STAR/ baby!" and....is pushed aside by Neelsan before he can snap a photo. He sulks because the boss ruined his shot. -Whiplash's optics narrow a little as she watches Swivel approach the odd colorful alien. -Guerrius stays to the background for now... This is the lady's show, she can make the introductions. Unlike the youngest of the trio, he doesn't seem overly impressed by the robots... just another war machine. Imperial Warrior Novastar grimaces, "Ah, slag.. er, ma'am. Autobot Scout's busy making contact... I kept the radar too focused to pick it up earlier." Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Should we sit back and let the 'Bot talk with them, or should one of us go forward?" Dirge says, "If they start shooting, at least they'll shoot the Bot first." Enfilade says, "On the other hand--if they want to deal, make sure we get in on it." -Swivel looks down at the pushy seven foot female and nods. "Right. I didn't think you looked like any of the locals, even the ones that survive on whatever they can get at teh local bars." she shudders a little. "Yeah... there is a war going on, which might make it a little dangerous for you to be popping up here." Whiplash says, "Well, it looks like they brought some kinda supplies. Can't tell what they are, though, from here. Maybe they're traders?" Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Who do you want to make contact?" Enfilade says, "You should know the species, Moonlight...you talk to them. Make GHost be your backup." Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Yes Enfilade." -Neelsaan nods her head, still smiling at Swivel. "Of course. We've thought of that." She glances around, smile still patiently painted on her face. "Byline. Get the robot suits." Enfilade says, "Hear that, Ghost? If they start shooting...or the Bots...you back moonlight up." -Moonlight finally steps forward from her hiding place, giving the Avainns a gesture of greeting they would recognize. "Greetings," she calls out to them. -Byline sighs and trudges off to the shuttle to do as ordered. -Novastar circles overhead, for now, watching things play out on the ground. Apparently hearing something internally, Novastar breaks off momentarily before continuing his circle farther out and at a lower altitude-in better powerdiving position. Whiplash says, "I don't think anyone knows I'm here yet. That's an advantage in case things spiral to hell." -Swivel raises both of her optics with a frown. "Robot suits?" oh brother.... what do they want? "Why do you want to be in the middle of a war that doesn't concern you? It just strikes me as a little odd." she says as she kneels down. -Dirge continues to hover on the edges. -Novastar is flying in a large circle over the shuttle... letting Moonlight and Ghost, as 'contact team' do their thing. Ghost comes across, "I'll keep making myself more than noticable up here then, Whiplash, to help those ofyou in cover stay that way." -Neelsaan makes an animated gesture with her hands, as if to illustrate her point. "We want to record this for those back on our homeworld. It's very interesting to us...it's...educational fare. You know. So people can watch and see things that are happening." She happens to notice Moonlight and returns the gesture in kind. "Greetings! Ah, someone here knows our kind...?" Ghost says, "As you wish.. Novastar, cover my flight pattern, I'm going full recon.' -Novastar waggles his wings and falls in beside Ghost flight path. -Ghost wingovers over another tattered bridge as Novastar falls into her flight path. As she crosses it, her engines noise blends with his before she vuts out completly, transforming and simply going invisible in order to drop down and play recon. -Ghost shimmers then begins a series of acrobatic twistings to end up peering about suspiciously, taking careful note of the situation. -Moonlight bows slightly to Neelsaan. "Welcome to Cybertron Avaiins. I'm surprised it's taken you this long to come here considering your never-ending quest for entertainment." She smiles, almostly smugly. -After a few moments, the young blue male comes out of the shuttle...now wearing a robo-suit that must look truly bizarre to the Cybertronians, as it's stylized with the slim legs and feather-decorations of an Avaiin rather than the large feet and streamlined blocky form of a Cybertronian. The alien is visible through a windshield in the robosuit's chest where he pilots his suit of armour with controls like a jet's. He's /trying/ to carry a second robo suit but...it's too bulky, and he trips coming out of the shuttle...landing in a tangle of clanks and robotic arms! -Guerrius shakes his head slightly, an almost universal sign of frustration, and approaches the female of the group, muttering under his breath, trying to speak quietly enough that the mechanicals don't hear, "Look, we don't know who we're dealing with here... If you wanna get this thing done, then you gotta go straight to the top... Find out who's in charge here, an' deal with -them-." -Ultra Magnus rolls slowly along the highway from the east. Putt putt putt... He seems to be making an attempt not to be seen. Putt putt putt. -From the south come the growl of heavy turbines as the now-familiar blocky wedge of the Decepticon Field COmmander appears on the horizon. -Swivel nods her head slowly, then looks up at Moonlgiht. Ah... someone who is familiar with these odd... foreigners. She looks back at Neelsaan with a perplexed look then at Moonlight again. "Well..... Educational purposes? How is a war on Cybertron educational for someone who knows how far away?" she rubs the back of her head then looks at Moonlight again. Entertianment would sound more accurate. Imperial Warrior Novastar says a little quietly, "Commander... I think there's more company coming..." -Whiplash's optics flicker slightly as she notices the third member of the alien team re-emerge in a robot suit - and then sees him promptly clatter to the ground in it. This just gets stranger and stranger. -Moonlight glances at the clumsy Avaiin. "Need a hand?" -Blitzwing roars overhead at a high speed. He looks below at the scene most concerned. -Byline mumbles, "I'm not even gonna try with Guerrius'...get your own suit, Guerrius!" Then he turns to Moonlight, pushing his suit up onto one knee. A shoulder-mounted video camera pops out of his upper body and he says to Moonlight, "SMILE!" as the tape starts whirring. -Swivel blinks. Cameras. Moonlight is going to lvoe this. Enfilade says, "Do not engage the Autobots unless fired upon. There's too many of them here and we might hit the aliens, causing them to ally with the Autobots. Let's try to kepe this civil for now." -Although at least one of the aliens seems rather uncoordinated in his suit of armor, it *does* put the newcomers on a more even level with the Transformers, and Whiplash keeps careful watch for any sign of hostile moves. But the colorful one, at least, seems entirely non-threatening as of yet. -Moonlight jumps back at the appearance of a camera...but then realizing what it is, she does as requested, she smiles. As Turmoil had so recently pointed out to her, she loves attention. Besides, she's here as a representative for the Empire...might as well make them look as good as possible. Ghost says, "Maintaining standard recon backup for Moonlight, my commander." -Byline grins, "That's beautiful, miss!" -Ghost continues her drop down from above, muffling her approach with anti grav.. Ahh invisibility. She finds a nice position to watch Moonlights back, dropping into a crouch. Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Well, it seems they're here to do an 'educational' documentary on the war..." -Enfilade transforms and walks up to the scene with an aura of authority, hands on hips, looking about. -Neelsaan spins around in her stunning outfit. She laughs a little bit and then flicks her wrist...to produce a mammoth-sized microphone. Slipping it towards Moonlight, she starts in. "And what is your name, er, miss?" -Swivel blinks a few more times. "So......" she looks around. "You basically want to follow us around and video tape us killing eachother like savages for your own entertainment or educational enrichment?" she rubs the back of her head again. "Oy!" -Starfire makes a leisurely arrival, at least leisurely for a starship. She's taken aback at the commotion and numbers her, being one of the least informed parties to this gathering. That's another reason to be cautious, so she maintains a holding pattern above the crowds and hopefully out of the way of any other aircraft. -'Amateurs! I'm dealing with amateurs!' Guerrius thinks to himself, stalking back toward the shuttle to retrieve his own equipment. He should be leading a group of trained men, not a bunch of slackers like this. Retirement does strange things to old soldiers... Imperial Warrior Novastar seems a bit distracted as the holding pattern stacks up, though he says with amusement, "Are those flashbulbs down there?" -Ultra Magnus gets close enough to see that the creatures are pointing metallic devices at the Decepticons, and while he thinks that's a nice thing of them, he worries about Swivel. He pulls to a stop behind a rock and transforms, rougly dropping his cargo to the ground... -Enfilade glares at Ultra Magnus and hopes she gets through this without getting run over. -Moonlight glances at the microphone and shrugs. "My name is Moonlight...do you want my rank with that?" she asks with a wink. As a smuggler that traveled around quite a bit, she knows a little about these strange critters...and their habits. Most likely she's watched some of their 'educational' films too. -Dirge drops altitude and hovers closer to the scene, carefully observing all present. -Blitzwing lands and transforms not an appreiable difference away, in fact he's rather close to the two femmes. Oh the irony that /these/ two are representing an entire race. "Greetings and salutations..." he says rather as a matter of factly. -Nosecone emits an *umph* as he's deposited to the ground with a CLANK. Oh good. Moonlight, Blitzwing, and the rest of the gang. Time to transform. -Byline says to Swivel, "That's so...harsh....miss." He pans in on her face. "Are you a pacifist?" -Neelsaan growls under her breath. What's going through her mind is a series of unsavory things to do to Byline. She juts the microphone at Swivel. "Yes, what are your feelings on this war?" -Swivel looks at Byline and shrugs... "Umm..." she looks aorund almost embarrassed. "Not really.. I just tend to try to avoid fights, but I'll defend myself if necesary." she says with a shrug, looking at Moonlight. At least she knows how to deal with these strangers appeasingly. -Byline meanwhile has moved his camera on to Blitzwing. "Let's see a profile!" -Swivel looks at the mic again. "I hate war. Enough said." -Enfilade watches the interviews in stunned silence and finally coughs out, "What the /frag/ is goin' on here?" -Ultra Magnus sees the creatures have pointed their weapons at Swivel! He dashes forward, no longer concerned with his cover, and begins drawing his gun as he runs toward the scene... -Whiplash slinks forward a little more as she notices additional Autobots arrive, among them Ultra Magnus. Still keeping to the shadows, she gets as close as she dares withoyt being seen. At least, unless someone happens to have some esoteric sensing equipment that might pick up a tentacled black quadruped lurking nearby. -Neelsaan frowns inwardly and elbows Byline none-too-gently. "Will you put the camera where I direct? This is MY show! MINE!!" She nods to Swivel. "Thank you for your statement. And now you, sir...?" She looks towards Blitzwing quickly. -"Awww.. slag" Nosecone says, taking up a position to cover Magnus. -Swivel looks over at Ultra Magnus. Oh brother.... her boss is such an idiot sometimes..... -Moonlight turns to her field commander. "These are the Avaiins...they're big names in the entertainment business. Seems the war here has attracted them." Onslaught says, "Well Enfilade, it looks like you won't have to worry about us causing problems with the 'aliens' as it were..." -Blitzwing strikes a /distinguished/ pose. "How ya doing? Name's Blitzwing, the Decepticon's foremost warrior." He points and gawks at Magnus. "That is what we Cybertronians call a lumbering idiot!" -Byline cringes, "Sorry Boss!" and returns his main camera to Blitzwing. He's not paying that much attention, though. Another shoulder cannon pops out on the other side of his suit and starts zooming in on the grass behind him. He could have sworn he saw something moving....maybe if he plays with the lighting.... -Guerrius rejoins the group now that he's on even footing. He guides his suit with ease, obviously comfortable at the controls. "I thought this was supposed to be a war..." he muses disapprovingly. His voice is low, much as he'd use to speak to himself, but as it's said over the loudspeaker of his suit, it's obviously meant to be heard. A challenge of sorts. "Looks more like a tea party to me..." -Whiplash suppresses a rude comment at Blitzwing's claim, at least the one about being the Decepticons' foremost warrior. -Enfilade can't help getting a most un-commander-like giggle fit at Blitzwing's comment, and though she chokes most of it down and her mask mercifully hides her expression, her optics squint wildly and her shoulders shake in laughter. -Neelsaan reaches over to direct the camera towards Ultra Magnus. "Look! It seems to be some sort of attacker! Let's watch! I want a clear shot, Byline. If ANYTHING happens, you'd better get it or it's your tailfeathers." -Blitzwing grins to Magnus. "Shall we 'dance' my old friend?" He draws his sword. Imperial Warrior Novastar says, "I can see BW notices... but we've got heavy Autobot activity moving in." -Byline turns his main camera towards Ultra Magnus. 'Um...Boss...it better not attack /us." He looks relieved that Blitzwing and Magnus appear to be fighting each other. "Wow, war already!" -Ghost remains cloaked and crouched inthe shadows, thinking to herself, "Oh the levels of idiocy we have..." -Steelwind rolls into the area, keeping to the shadows. He's too curious not to come see, but at the same time, cautious. -Swivel shakes her head, taking a step away from the center of attention with a heavy sigh. -Enfilade storms forward, "Blitzwing, Stand down! What did I say to you?" SHe looks about ready to grab her soldier by the scruff his neck...but she won't turn her back on Magnus. -Neelsaan bounces in place, giggling like a schoolgirl. Not surprising, considering how her robot looks anyway. "Ooooh! It's so exciting! EXCITING!" She remains in front though...not even bothering to take cover. If she's going to get a story, she's going to darned well be in it. -Nosecone is trying to calmly take stock of the situation from where he was dropped, rifle raised to cover Magnus should the big idiot need assistance. -Ultra Magnus stops on a... um... moreso football field, than a dime. Anyway, he bears his rifle on Byline as he finds himself under threat, but holds his fire upon seeing the glint of glass inside the "barrel". He maglocks his rifle on his back, ignoring Blitzwing. Littler fish to fry. "What is this?" he asks broadly of everyone present. -Stormhammer trudges along the roadway at his slow, deliberate pace; He doesn't seem to be going anywhere in particular, but then, he never does. The old priest does seem to have a habit of just 'showing up' at the right (or wrong) moment.. Presently, he's quite absorbed in thought. -Moonlight wanders over to Blitzwing. "Ummmmm, Blitz. Aren't you in /enough/ trouble as it is?" -Enfilade mutters to Magnus, "I already asked that...freeloader." -Guerrius, upon seeing his 'boss', quietly rests his face in the palm of his hand. ...It's going to be a long assignment. -Blitzwing shunts his sword to subspace. "They came to see an aft whooping. I'll bring the whoopin...the bots can bring the aft!" -Byline backs up away from Ultra Magnus and moves the camera towards Blitzwing and Enfilade. He also starts tinkering with the other camera, the one looking towards the shadows in the grass. There's something ther,e he's sure of it... -Whiplash can't help but smirk in a flicker of appreciation at Blitzwing's enthusiasm, at least. -Neelsaan all but growls and punches Byline in the shoulder. "What are you DOING? Stop wandering around the field, concentrate over there! You're shooting shadows!!" -Starfire circles overhead and fires up her wide array of scanners and detectors. Geologically based, for the most part, and the metal of which most of Cybertron is made interferes with her readings. She's annoyed, and switches to radar, which is equally useless, then to visual. At least *that* works here. Autobots and Decepticons and no fight yet? Some weird others, too. -Byline says to Neelsaan, "Boss...what's black, lurks in long grass, and has lots of fangs?" -Whiplash tilts her head a little and scowls. -Byline doesn't appear willing to zero in on Magnus until he gets an answer to the riddle. -Moonlight leans towards Byline. "You might want to leave that question for later." Imperial Warrior Novastar sounds distracted, "I'm getting some funny energy signatures in the area. Commander, Magnus might be stalling, I think there's Transformers moving in to cover-fire positions... Ghost says, "Good thing we have our cover fire positions taken already then..." -Nosecone shoulders his rifle and rises from his crouching position, wondering just what the slag is going on. -Neelsaan puts her hands on her hips. "Now look, I'm not in the mood for riddles! I want to see the action! And so do the viewers at home! Just zoom in on that one..." She points to Ultra Magnus. "He's some kind of hero or something." -Blitzwing pulls his blaster out of subspace and lets it hum, yes he's playing to the camera. Imperial Warrior Novastar says, "True, but I was talking about artillery cover fire positions...." -Byline says, "The answer is, I don't know but it's right behind us." He then dutifully pans in on Ultra Magnus, muttering about being too young to die. -Whiplash mutters a soft growl, as she seems to have gotten close enough for the odd visitor to pick her up. The sound is low enough that only someone standing right next to her would normally hear it, but perhaps a sensitive microphone would pick up a trace of it even at a bit of a distance. Ghost snorts, "Should i take up a snipers position instead?" Sounds... like she's looking forward tothat. -Moonlight walks over to Neelsaan. "Are you fimling live, or will you be doing editing before releasing?" she asks. Considering the fact that before she was on Cybertron she had time to think of frivilous things, she knows quite a bit about the media industry of the galaxies. -Ultra Magnus frowns down at Neelsaan. He kneels, so as to be able to better communicate with the tykes. Even so, he dwarves them. And yes, he's ignoring the Decepticons. "I think you should go home. You won't find anything exciting on Cybertron." -Neelsaan smiles broadly. "I think we already have." She fans her face a little bit, genteelly. "Well, you're quite a dashing sort. Would you mind giving us a statement, distinguished warrior...?" -Enfilade flares her swing wings, a little irritated that Magnus isn't as wary of her as she is wary of him. It's like he's disrespecting her... oh, the urge to start a fight!" -Dirge is crouching around the periphery of the group. Enough to see what is happening, which is good enough for him, and hopefully far enough not to be detected by the film crew. -Guerrius plods over to Byline's position, speaking to the younger organic over his comm system, "Stay close, boy, and do exactly as you're told. This isn't a playground, and it's no place to wander. Listen well, follow orders, and you'll stay alive." -Stormhammer continues on his slow, methodical advance, turning slightly to give the crowd a wide berth..until his optics catch sight of one or two people involved. 'Swivel..and Enfilade..' he thinks to himself, as he surveys the rest of the assembled mechanisms. 'Great Maker, living on this world shall never be easy.'