January 20th, 2003 ~Nosecone(A), Scattershot(A), Blitzwing(D), Ghost(D), Onslaught(D), Enfilade(D), Novastar(D) Deadlands The deadlands of Cybertron stretch out for nearly a quarter of the planet. Originally a test bed for Decepticon weapons, the area turned into a massive waste dump area when it was abandoned. The area is littered with bits and pieces of Transformers, bodies of nearly any and every native creature built, old machine parts and just about every manner of debris imaginable. The area proved to be a natural battlefield, just by virtue of the random cover and entrenchment possibilities, but both sides soon grew tired of fighting over a worthless piece of property, instead regarding it as a bit of a border or demilitarized zone between regions. There's life here, if one looks for it, but at first glance, there is apparently nothing worth wasting time on here. Nosecone [Tunnelling Vehicle] [A] Scattershot [Robot] [A] Obvious Exits: -U- Up leads to Sky above Ruined Outpost -N- North leads to Meteorite Flats -E- East leads to Ruined Outpost -W- West leads to Waystation -The ground shakes slightly, causing small pieces of debris to jump and dance. Then it stops. -The ground begins shaking again, this time accompanied with a grinding sound. Cracks begin appearing, centered on one spot. -Moonlight is making her way across the Deadlands as a bit of a walk. Since last night she had been enjoying the hospitality of Sapphire, but she wants to get used to walking on her fixed leg, just in case she doesn't see a medic in time. She seems to be in fair condition except for a noticable stiffness in her right leg which obviously has been fixed up in a bit of an on the fly manner. -Scattershot is flying a final arc around the area and is about to head back to base when he spots a blip on his radar screen. He makes another arc to get a closer look at it. -Suddenly, a drill-bit breaks the surface of Cybertron with the sound of tearing metal. It slowly (too slowly) turns, widening the hole to a decent Transformer size. -Moonlight stops for a moment...did she hear that awful sound again in the distance. She sure hopes not. She starts to proceede a little more carefully. -Scattershot comes in for a lower pass, scanning the area with every sensor he has. -From the hole comes the sound of a painful transformation. Then a tred-covered arm appears, grabbing the surface and hauling the rest of Nosecone out from underground. -Moonlight isn't really /that/ hard to miss. This is a femme who presses her luck and after being attacked last night, she somehow thinks that she won't be attacked again so soon. Of course, that noise /did/ put a bit of caution into her step that wasn't there moments before. -Scattershot zooms around the area, finally homing in on the blip. Noting who it is, he comes in for a run along the ground, transforming into his robot mode and landing with a massive *KLANG* as he hits just a few feet away from Moonlight. -Nosecone gets unsteadily to his feet. The driller has a fair amount of visible damage - his armor is covered in dents, scorch marks, and there's a nasty gash cut into his side. But it takes more than Blitzwing to stop Nosecone. Well, alright. Blitwing was posing a serious challenge. "Where the scrap am I.." he mutters, shading his optics. -Moonlight whips around. KLANG usually isn't a friendly sound. When she sees who it is she represses a frown. She's good at that if she wants to be. She folds her arms and waits. -Scattershot takes a step towards the femme, "What are you doing here, Decepticon?" His optics are burning a deep dark blue. -Nosecone spots two figures in the distance... "Decepticons?" he mutters. One of them looks awfully familiar.. and he was sure he heard Scattershot's distinctive engines before. Nosecone begins trudging in that direction, for want of any other plan. -Moonlight keeps her arms folded and her face calm. Even without the shade of her usual assortment of hats, she is good at masking her feelings...and she's feeling quite unsafe right now. "I'm taking a walk." -Scattershot growls a bit, "Why not take a walk in your new city? Or perhaps you'd like to take a walk around one of our holding cells while we take a walk around your new city." -Moonlight doesn't move except to frown a little. "Thanks for the offer, but I don't think I like the idea." -Scattershot's lips turn into a sadistic grin, "Well then consider this new offer. Get out of our space *now*." His smile fades in the blink of an optic, and he adds "Better hurry. Offer expires in three nano-clicks." -Nosecone slowly trudges across the landscape, smiling as he draws close enough to recognise the big red and white guy. "Scattershot" he calls out, raising one hand. -Blitzwing slowly stalks up behind Scattershot. "Evenin fella. You harm her, you expire in three nano-clicks." He goes to point his blaster, then notes its still flat thanks to Cloak and Cone. He draws his sword. "Now lets just go our seperate ways...nice and peaceful." -Moonlight is momentarily distracted by Nosecone calling out. She smiles slightly, but not in a negative sort of way. Then she's even more distracted by the appearances of Blitzwing, which broadens her smile. "I was just taking a walk after visiting a friend of mine...if that's /really/ so offensive to you Bots, then I'm sorry. I'll try to be a bit more mean and forget I even /have/ friends if you really prefer it that way." -Scattershot begins to laugh. Softly at first, then growing in volume. He throws his head back and laughs out loud. "That's funny. That's real funny. Considering that the last time we met like this, you went crying back inside the Militia house. Speaking of, how's it feel to know that you're not as big and bad as you thought you were?" -Nosecone shakes his head. Scattershot must not have heard him. Maybe his vocaliser is damaged. The driller is about to call out again.. when Blitzwing lands. Nosecone groans, the large cut wound in his side sparking. Not him AGAIN. -Blitzwing sneers. "I am not in the mood. I've kicked three afts in three cycles, you want to make it four?" His blade now cakles with enerfy. "How's about you just let me take my lady here, and we will go peacefully back from wence we came, and you two can go play with weach other. Everyone's happy." Onslaught says, "This is Onslaught. All units outside of Darkmount, report." 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "Sir, we are engaged in a standoff...I'm too damaged should this get ugly." Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Yup. We've got a couple of Bots on our hands...or maybe they have us. I'm not sure yet." -Scattershot continues to laugh for a few moments. He still hasn't looked at Blitzwing, but he knows that Nosecone is around, so he calls out, "How you feelin', Cone?! Wanna watch me drop this big aft gear head?" Ghost says, "I am currently running my last scheduled run here and was about to return to darkmount to continue with my duty cycle there, Onslaught. should I run interferance for Moonlight and company?" -"Yeah, I'd like that" Nosecone replies, finally reaching the group. "Specially after all the trouble he caused me in the tunnels." -Moonlight glances at Nosecone. "Trouble /he/ caused. You started it." -Scattershot nods slowly, the laughter gone from his voice, "So, beating up on my troops, are you Blitzwing? Not a good idea." He shakes his head, "I'll give you to the count of three to step back and drop your weapon before I give your medics a new puzzle to mull over for a long time." -Nosecone mutters to Scattershot: "Met me ... the tunnels. ... that's ... they ... ... ..." -Blitzwing gets pissed again. He painfully jumps into the air, transforms and locks on his target. "Let me lady get out of here, and we'll dance." -Moonlight shakes her head. "Blitzwing, you shouldn't be here. You're in no shape to fight again." She steps forward. It's not the most offensive move in the history of Cybertron, but it might distract some attention away from Blitzwing. Onslaught says, "Keep me posted on the status over there." Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Will do." -Scattershot looks over to Nosecone as Blitzwing takes to the air. He can hear the transformation above, and knows that Blitzwing now has to start moving or he will fall to the ground like a broken satelite. "Watch the chick" he tells Nosecone as he jumps to the air and transforms to his sky-mode to give chase. -Nosecone turns his optics on Moonlight. "Gonna try shooting me again?" he says, sounding incredibly weary. Ghost says, "Inbound. Sitrep unknown until proximity has closed. One signature airborn." 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "Make that two, I got company up here." -Blitzwing doesnt hesitate, he let's a missile loose without hesitation. "Let us leave. I don't want a fight, not today at least." Onslaught says, "Inform me as soon as visual confirmation can be made." Ghost says, "Aproaching visual range. One friendly, one enemy airborn signature detected. Weapons fire..I repeat, weapons fire has been made. tracking heat signature of air to air missile." 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "It's mine, confirmed hit. I'm in a world of slag though." Onslaught says, "Ghost, you have permission to engage from the flank then. Back to running interference, seeing as how unit Blitzwing probably can't hold out for a full blown skirmish." -Moonlight turns to face Nosecone. "That depends. Are you planning on shooting Blitzwing again?" -Nosecone shakes his head. "Scattershot is gonna tear him apart. Poor bastard." Ghost says, "Very well, Onslaught. Although now that I am within visual range, the identified enemy signature is Scattershot, airborn. Another enemy signature is close to Moonlight. Preparing to engage in physical negotiation for the disperssal of enemy signatures." Onslaught says, "Understood, keep me posted Ghost. As for you Blitzwing, and Moonlight, begin to fall back. Ghost will do her best to run interference, but she can only do so much." -Moonlight turns her optics skyward. "Be careful..." she says, though it's doubtful Blitzwing can hear her. To Nosecone she says, "I can only hope not. I just wish I had a blaster." She shakes her head. "All I wanted was a nice walk. Why couldn't you have stayed home Nosecone?" 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "I'm going to take Shot out of the game if I can, just cover Moonlight for me Ghost." -Scattershot takes the shot but remains on course, quickly turning upwards and rocketing as if for space, then spinning and looping around so that he's headed for Blitzwing's top. "Shoulda thought about that 'fore ya beat down my boy and intruded into *my* territory." The tip of his nose lights up as a swarm of small lights move towards the center of it, swirling as they collect energy, then lances forth with a blast headed straight for Blitzwing. Enfilade says, "Field Commander Enfilade here. What's the situation?" Lieutenant Moonlight says, "A bad one." Ghost says, "Blitzwing, why don't you depart the area and I will make a pickup on Mer Moonlight as she seems to be in less peril. Engaging these two would be a waste of materials and resources." Enfilade says, "Where are you? I'm on my way." Onslaught says, "Agreed. No need to waste any more time, even by sending units out...although if commander Enfilade feels her personal presence is required, so be it." -Moonlight hears some orders and starts to move away from Nosecone. -Blitzwing takes the shot in his wing, he's nearly crippled at this point, so he gets ready to turn tail and run...right at Scattershot. What ensues is a midair game of chicken, and neither blinks. Boom. -Nosecone reaches out to restrain Moonlight. "No ya don't. Got orders ta keep an eye on you." 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "*cough* Okie...that was dumb. I think im ready to leave now." -Moonlight manages to elude Nosecone's grasp. Her movements are still a bit stiffer and slower than usual however as she starts her retreat. Lieutenant Moonlight says, "I'll see you back home and safe Blitz." Enfilade says, "What's the location? I'm flyin' in circles here." -Ghost has drawn ever closer during her moves into the area, listeing and returning silent missaves to gain a better knowledge of the situation. Now.. Now that movement on the ground has garnered her full attention, she drops out of the low hover she has held to obscure her movements, tracking Nosecone as she hauls her pistol out, declocking as close to him as possible for a 'scare' tactic. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, sir." she states softly. 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "Deadlands boss lady." Onslaught says, "Commander, they're in the Deadlands, although I'm fairly certain the situation is under control, so to speak." 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "Commanders Onslaught and Enfilade I trust you got my message about rats in the tunnels?" -"Aww.. slag it all" Nosecone mutters, thumbing the power setting on his rifle. The Technobot looks like he's been worked over quite badly - dents and scorchmarks cover his frame, and there's a nasty gash in his side. He starts a little as Ghost appears, but he's not one to be easily scared. DESPITE what Scattershot may say. Raising his rifle with a wince, Nosecone swings it in Ghost's direction. "Hold up there" he says. "An no-one will get hurt" -Scattershot collides with Blitzwing hard, losing control of his course for a few moments as he spins and flips on axises that shouldn't be flipped on in midair. He fights to right himself, finally succeeding. Banking hard left, he circle around to give chase to Blitzwing. -Blitzwing isn't exactly flying at top speed, it's more like aerial limping. He's leaving a nice trail of fluid as he departs. Enfilade says, "Roger rats. *pause* What has been done to secure the tunnels?" 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "I havent been back there since I got dug out of the rubble." -Moonlight makes a face. Now Nosecone's pointing a gun at Ghost. That's not good. She picks up a bit of junk lying about and throws it at the Autobot. -Ghost keeps her pistol inhand, looking non chalant as Nosecone aims a rifle at her. "Now now.. You look a mess. Why don't we handle this like civilized beings. You and your companion leave my two warriors alone and myself and they will also depart the area in good faith." Her optics glint, an edged violet tinge growing in their depths, "But if you prefer, we can devolve to less civilized means." Her frame tenses slighty before she seems to relax utterly, stepped up reflexes coming online as she waits for Nosecones reply. -In the distance the heavy roar of a large aircraft is heard... -Nosecone blinks as a piece of junk smacks into the side of his head. Unfortunately, this doesn't quite have the effect Moonlight intended, as Nosecone reflexively pulls his rifle's trigger.. Enfilade says, "Report! I hear gunfire." -Enfilade thunders into the area, attracted by the sound of gunfire. 2nd Lieutenant Blitzwing says, "We are trying to leave, and not getting very far." Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Ghost's been shot at...it's my fault." -Scattershot decides that it's not worth his time to completely run down the almost dead Blitzwing, so instead decides to just send him a farewell package as he launches 2 identical missiles after the large rear of the Triplechanger. Ghost says, "I think I am about to have to dispense with the civilized means of departing commander. Do pardon me for a moment." -Blitzwing tucks and rolls to avoid one missile, but the second one nicks his wing. His engine flutters then fails, he skidding crash-landing rolls into the midst of the group below. -Ghost's optics narrow to slits as she catches the movement of the rock out of the corner of her optic. Moving unconciously, she sidesteps, frame slightly blurring as the shot rings off the edge of her wing. A dangerous sort of smile creases her face as she stares at nosecone.. "Excuse me.. was that.. intended or are you prepared to depart before my patience comes to an end?" On the end of those words comes a faint humming, another weapons sytem shimmering into being as her main weapons sytem activates with all the proud fury of a star about to go nova. -Enfilade begins identifying the ground targets, discarding the things that are Decepticons, and bringing her missiles to bear on the rest. -Moonlight winces as her plan backfires. She is about to say something to Ghost, but when she sees Blitzwing come back down, she runs over to him instead, Nosecone or no Nosecone. Ghost says, "Moonlight, depart the area with all haste. Anyone available, Blitzwing is in need of assistance.. I can handle this trash." -Nosecone is about to say somthing, but all that changes as Blitzwing crashes the party. Throwing himself to one side to avoid the out of control Blitzwing, Nosecone bites off a cry of pain as he lands on an already damaged leg. "Scattershot!" he yells. "Little help here?" -Blitzwing knows any landing you can walk away from is a good one. Unfortunately, he can't walk. He looks up at Moonlight. "We have to stop meeting like this." Enfilade says, "Blitzwing, here comes the taxi. I'm going to land by your position. Can you crawl in?" -Scattershot banks around just a bit to soon, as he misses the sight of Enfilade entering visual range. He kicks in his afterburners and slams on the speed, cutting all the power to them as he comes in closer to his brother. He comes close to the ground as he transforms down to his robot mode, weapon pulled, pointed directly at Ghost's back. "You called, Bro?" -Moonlight slides herself under Blitzwing's arm closest to his most injured side. "Come on...let's get out of here." -Blitzwing hates to put his weight on Moonlight, but he doesn't have much choice, he hobbles, off not under his own power. -Moonlight isn't overly strong, but she's got enough strength to help Blitzwing get where he wants to go. "Soon we'll be back to relaxing in Darkmount." -Ghost lifts a brow, head tilting to one side as something.. or someone lands heavily behind her. "Now this isn't sporting.." she murmurs wryly, still armed, still smiling. "If you two boys wanted to aske me out, you don't have to use a gun to get me to agree." -Enfilade roars in low, heading straight for Blitzwing--then she sees what is happening to Ghost. She doens't like that one bit, but feels for now she has to trust Ghost to take care of herself. -Nosecone slowly gets to his feet. "Yeah" he says to Scattershot, ignoring Ghost's banter. "This is gettin messy." He looks with a certain amount of satisfaction at Blitzwing.. then does the double take thing as he spots Enfilade. "Real messy.." Ghost says, "Enfilade, if you would aid those two out of the area. I will join you shortly." -Blitzwing looks to his sword, and think just for a moment, about jumping back into the fray. Moonlight should recognize that glint in his optics. -Scattershot shakes his head, "Not my type. I like a femme with some curves, not one that looks like your standard male seeker. Now, why don't you take the offer I gave to them two a -Enfilade lands in front of Blitzwing, cutting him off, popping her cargo doors open. "You too MOonlight. Everybody in." -Moonlight glances up at Blitzwing...uh-oh. "Don't do it Blitz. If you run out there I'll have to follow...and you know that means I could get hurt." -Enfilade's wings do not flicker in this mode, and probably just as well too, or they'd be snapped out rigid in anger at Scattershot's comment. -Blitzwing turns back towards Enfilade, disgusted with the predicament. -Nosecone thumbs his rifle to high power. Just in case. -Blitzwing hobbles in begrudingly, pulling out just isnt his style. -Ghost blinks, then chuckles softly, slowly sidestepping with her hands going into the air above her head.. "I made the same offer to your freak drilling friend here before he decided to pop his load off in a misfire. As I have ben trying tosay, I simply wish to get my warriors out of this area before less civilized behavior rears its head once more. I'm more than willing to devolve for you automated robots, however, it wouldn't be much of a sport for me or for you." -Moonlight helps Blitzwing into Enfilade, hoping that Ghost will be okay. Enfilade Enfilade's interior is designed for function, not comfort. There are racks of rockets to cycle into her launchers, large fuel tanks and the butt end of the Vulcan Cannon protruding down the middle of the floor. There are a handful of hard, uncomfortable jump seats for those forced to ride in the back of the ground-attack aircraft. Something in the design, however, is reminiscent of an old cargo transport--one that has been redesigned for a military purpose. Held to one wall with gun tape is a calendar many, many vorn out of date, bearing an advertisement for a transport company in Crystal City. Contents: Phantom's Primary Weapon Iron Hitch mug Recoil's Artillery Cannon Note -Moonlight helps Blitzwing to sit down, and then sits down as well, leaning lightly against the side that seems the least injured. -Blitzwing looks to Moonlight. "You know this means I need to see a medic. I hate medics." -Moonlight shrugs. "Better a medic than an Autobot cell Blitzwing." She squeezes his arm. "I know how you hate backing out, but I'm glad you didn't go charging back. Ghost can probably take care of herself." Ghost says, "I havent heard you lift off, Enfilade. Is everything alright over there?" -Blitzwing looks back to Moonlight, with longing optics. "I could've dropped him." Ghost says, "Not sure how much longer i can stallthese twogearheads." -Moonlight sighs. "But at what cost Blitzwing? You're still hurting from the run-in with Nosecone and Cloak..." Lieutenant Moonlight says, "Should I come back out....?" Ghost says, "Negative. So far its all talk..and bad conversation at that.." Enfilade says, "DOn't worry, the taxi's leaving." -Blitzwing is none to happy. He grins. "I think my interior is a tad more friendly." -Moonlight looks around. "You know, it's not nice to insult the person dragging your aft back to safety." She chuckles. "But you're probably right...and I'm probably just as biased as you are." -Blitzwing shrugs. "I'll never complain about Fil's timing, but maybe we should reupholster her interior for her." -Moonlight gives Blitzwing's arm another squeeze...this one is more of a 'shut up' squeeze than a comforting one. Ghost says, "Returning to darkmount for mainframe duty. I will be inthe field in several hours." Darkmount - Launch Platform Forcibly hewn out of the side of a raised mountain, this sturdily constructed platform is large enough to accommodate several ships and still allow enough room for the arriving and departing patrols of Decepticon seekers. Crafted of solidly forged chunks of Durillium, it has been made to withstand the tests of time and battles. Around the edges of the platform are various anti-aircraft batteries and entrenched watch posts for defense drones, should anyone ever be foolish enough to attempt an attack from the air, or intrepid enough to risk approaching the Decepticon stronghold from the nearly impossible climb below. Obvious Exits: -U- Up leads to Sky Above Tarn -D- Down leads to Darkmount - Elevator Shaft -Novastar flies back onto the platform from patrol, nodding to those on the area. He's got a few dents in him from yesterday, but he's content to let his auto-repair knock them back into shape. -Moonlight helps support Blitzwing back onto the Launch Platform. -Blitzwing hobbles with assistance, towards the door. -Novastar wonders why medic's are so slow to respond. "Are the aliens still around?" Nova asks suddenly, "I'm surprised they weren't scurrying around to get killed yesterday." -Blitzwing weakly waves to Novastar. -Moonlight shakes her head. "Haven't seen any of the Avaiins today...and the only thing I want to see is the inside of the Medbay and my own quarters." She sighs and helps BLitzwing into the elevator. -Novastar mutters, "Good," and moves to help the teensy tiny Moonlight support the massive mech's mass. -Blitzwing hates being assisted or carried or whatever, not very tough guy like. Darkmount - Repair Bay Much like the adjacent research lab, the equipment here is showing signs of age, but is kept in a serviceable condition. Two automated repair drones lie against the far wall, though each is obviously missing a few parts...apparently they've been salvaged for someone else's benefit. The once well-stocked parts closets now contain mostly empty shelves and bins. Several dozen repair tables of various sizes are arranged in rows in the middle of the room. AutoMedic Dartboard Serdidymus Medical Terminal Obvious Exits: -S- South leads to Darkmount - Regeneration Spa -E- East leads to Darkmount - Medical and Science Level -W- West leads to Darkmount - Cryochamber -Moonlight stops supporting Blitzwing shortly before they walk into the Repair Bay, and motions for Novastar to do the same. -Blitzwing walks in the door, and falls onto the table, eventually getting completely up onto it. "Thnk you, you two." -Novastar moves out from under Blitz's arm as they reach the medical bay. "No problem, I only wish those stupid cameras should have caught was last night. A brave stand on your parts... and Cloak putting lie to Autobot intentions..." -Moonlight pulls up a chair and sits next to Blitzwing. "And you're going to stay here until you're up to fighting full again...right?" She glances Novastar's way. "Yeah...that bastard. I mean, it was bad enough what Nosecone did, but Cloak's moves were purely malicious." -Blitzwing rolls his optics. " Stay? Here? Uggh." A medic comes over as Blitzwing snarls at him. -Novastar shrugs, "I wasn't there, but Nosecone likes things to be over with quickly, from what I've seen. The terrain around there is hellacious, and if I thought I could catch Magnus in a sinkhole myself, I'd probably take the opportunity," he admits. -Moonlight pats Blitzwing's arm. "Just remember, the medic is here to help you. I'll stay as long as I can." -Onslaught transmits: 'Status report?'. -You transmit 'I'm fine and Blitzwing's safe and sound in the Repair Bay...and he enjoyed the wine very much.' to Onslaught. -Onslaught transmits: 'Good to hear. Onslaught out.'. -Blitzwing continues glaring at the medic, none too trustingly. -Moonlight leans closer to Blitzwing.... "Just let the medic do ... ... It will ... ... ... ... long ... The faster you heal the ... ... ... ... Cloak's ... ... a trophy." -Moonlight watches Blitzwing finally fall asleep...he deserves some rest. -Novastar watches Blitzwing submit, at last, to the medic's care, "I think Blitz could raise stubborness to sell people," Novastar says, amused. -Moonlight shrugs. "Stuborness is one of those things that are helpful and a hinderance at the same time." -Novastar chuckles, "With the time Blitz spends locked up, I think he's a little overweighted on the 'hinderance' side." -Moonlight grins. "That is true. I'm sure the higher-ups would agree with you." She winks. "But I think it's part of his charm." -Novastar looks at Moonlight, looks at Blitzwing, and merely chuckles than say anything too derogatory. -Moonlight arches an optic ridge. "I'm sure that everyone has something to say about this behind our backs..." -Novastar says, "His tendency towards brig time? He's made a few bad calls, but he means well." -Moonlight shrugs. "Well, at least his optics are wandering towards a 'Con this time. It might get him in a /little/ less trouble." -Novastar nods, suddenly somber, "I certainly hope so. Command seems to be getting a lot tighter all of a sudden. He's smart enough to keep security matters out of it, I think, but I'm glad he's chosen someone safer." -Moonlight chuckles, but there's an edge to her voice. "Yes. I /am/ one of the most non-threatening individuals out there..." -Novastar hmms, "I didn't say that. CoC doesn't have any trouble with fraternization in their ranks. They'd look pretty silly, otherwise." -Moonlight nods. "That's true...but being 'safe' isn't exactly a compliment you know." She shrugs. "Of course, I will admit to not being a powerhouse of fear." -Novastar shrugs, "Neither am I," he notes, "Compared to Blitzwing, but safe is easier to say than 'someone who they look at the two of you and think of treason', no?" -Moonlight chuckles. "Well, I guess. But I know for a fact the 'Bots don't see me as any sort of threat whatsoever." Her optics narrow. "One day they'll see the problem with thinking that way." -Novastar starts to reach for his sword reflexively, before remembering Moonlight has it. "Good point," he says out loud, "But can I have my sword please. I was only thinking safe as a way of meaning Blitzwing won't be executed whenever the command staff feels they need an example. And you're a lot more stable than some previous choices, might even keep him out of trouble." -Moonlight arches an optic ridge, laughs, and pulls Novastar's sword out of subspace and hands it back to him. "What made ya jumpy?" -Novastar grabs the sword. "An overhoned danger sense," he explains as he restores it. -Moonlight folds her arms. "We're in the middle of Darkmount...what's going to get you here?"