January 21st, 2003 ~Blitzwing(D) ================================= Decepticon ================================= Message: 10/10 Posted Author Holding Cerrius Mon Jan 20 Enfilade ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *Enfilade appears on screen* "Decepticons. The city of Cerrius is in our hands. All Decepticons are warned NOT to drive across the Trinomuis skyway. The bridge is mined. It is to remain intact as an ambush for the Autobots--only when Autobots are on it is it to be destroyed. In the meantime, Decepticons are to enter Cerrius by air. I want anti aircraft weaponry installed. Most importantly, I want the tunnels explored and booby trapped as there is proven Autobot activity below. The tunnels are to be patrolled around the clock. In the meantime, excavation teams are to begin digging beneath the Factories in the Industrial Sector to discover the caches of buried raw materials *coordinates given* All Decepticon troops are to avoid the Foundry and the Clock Tower until further notice. One last note...if you find any Empties or other non-Decepticons wandering around Cerrius...they are to be terminated on sight. Enfilade out." *Ominous darkness....and then the edge of the spinny slowly whirls into sight.* ============================================================================== 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. Blitzwing [Robot] [D] 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 is sitting by Blitzwing's side, reading a 'book'. -Blitzwing is sleeping on a repair bay table, finally allowing the medics to tinker with his armor. -Moonlight's optics scan over the words and she smiles to herself, obviously enjoying the contents. She seems a bit odd without her usual hat, but it doesn't appear to be bothering her. -Blitzwing stirs slightly, causing the medic to nereously back away. -Moonlight notices the medic's movements before she notices Blitzwings. She tucks the novel back into subspace and turns her attention on Blitzwing, wondering if he's waking up this time. -Blitzwing blinks his optics, refocusing on Moonlight. "Heya, whatcha doing here?" -Moonlight grins. "Waiting for you silly. I said I'd stick around, didn't I?" -Blitzwing sits up, causing the medic to give him /that/ look. "Relax, I'm not running off...yet." He looks back to Moonlight. "I appreciate it. Was I asleep long?" -Moonlight considers the question. "After seeing the damage you received, not really." -Blitzwing shrugs his shoulders. "Thats good to hear, cant have CoC thinking im a lazy bum now can I?" -Moonlight has to laugh at that one. "The higher-ups think many things of you Blitz, but I don't think laziness is one of them." -Blitzwing chuckles, and he steps off the bed, and walks fairly easily over to the spa. He's favoring his drill torn side, but doesnt have a pronounced limp anymore. "Care to join me? Just following Doc Sapphires orders." -Moonlight stands up and stretches. "Sure, why not?" She's glad to see that he's walking better...that means he doesn't need as much help, and she knows that will make him feel much better about himself. -Blitzwing doesn't step...he hops into the tub, albeight gingerly. Somebodies been laying on his back alot longer then he's used to. Darkmount - Regeneration Spa Through the steamy room, the smell of heated oil and wax permeates every nook and cranny. A round room, the walls hold a bench which goes around their circumference. Inground in the centre of the room is a huge heated oil pool, set up for therapeutic and regenerative uses for patients. Shelves line the walls over the benches holding rows of wax canisters. A wax heating tub stands beside the door. Blitzwing [Robot] [D] Obvious Exits: -N- North leads to Darkmount - Repair Bay -Moonlight doesn't hop into the oil pool. She slowly and gently slides herself into it. Oooooooo, that feels nice. She sits next to Blitzwing, close enough to see him decently through all the steam. "It's convienient when the Doc orders something pleasant, isn't it?" she asks with a sly grin. -Blitzwing leans back, taking in the relative calm and serenity of the scene. "It's nice to unwind for a while, especially with such lovely company." -Moonlight swirls her finger in the oil. "Unwinding is good, lovely company better." She chuckles. "I wonder if Cloak will replace my hat if I send him the bill." -Blitzwing looks to her, optics showing raw emotion for a brief second, but he soon regains his composure. "Forget a new hat. I promised you his head, and I keep my promises." He says this not with the aformentioned anger, but rather as a matter-of-factly. -Moonlight nods. "Besides, I still have to see what gaudy thing Solar brought back for me." She grins. "I'll always like my first hat best though. Swipe got it for me." -Blitzwing waddles through the steam, and sits beside Moonlight. "Still dont know your infatuation with covering your head. You look fine without it." -Moonlight grins. "I like to have my optics covered sometimes. It helps disguise fear most of the time. Besides, I look more mysterious that way." -Blitzwing places a finger under her chin, lifting her head ever so slightly so he can stare into her optics. "Why would you want to deprive any mech of being able to gaze into such beautiful optics is beyound me, my dear." He grins. -Moonlight chuckles. "To keep all the /other/ jealous mechs from pounding them into the ground." -Blitzwing gives an innocent look. "you give me the impression that you think I can be over protective." He chuckles. -Moonlight waves a hand dismissively. "You? Never!" she says with light sarcasm. "But honestly, I think it's part of your charm." -Blitzwing rests a hand on her shoulder gesturing with his free hand. "You see, if I didn't go overboard worried about you, who would? I mean look at the past few cycles. You keep getting into these fisticuffs and dragging me along..." He replies with his own slight sarcasm. -Moonlight fights the air with her fists. "Yup, I'm a scrapper all right. And a trouble-maker too." -Blitzwing dives infront of one of the flicks of Moonlight's fists, and falls back under the oil, submerging himself. -Moonlight ducks herself under as well and pretends to haul Blitzwing back up. Yeah, like she could do that if Blitzwing wasn't willing. -Blitzwing pulls her under with him before popping up and laughing hysterically. -Moonlight pops up shortly after, bits of oil pooling in the engravings on her head. Some of it trickles down her face. "Hey, that tickles." -Blitzwing reaches over and tickles Moonlight's side, right around where the lovehandles would be on a human, "No me lady..that tickles." He snickers. -Moonlight giggles...something she generally doesn't do as Moonlight, she saves /that/ for Shimmer. "Hey! Stop!" She splashes some oil Blitzwing's way. -Blitzwing let's the oil drip down his visor, and he keeps laughing and tickeling. "Mental note: Moonlight extremely ticklish, further investigation required in private confines." -Moonlight arches an optic ridge. "Lose your inner monologue Blitz?" -Blitzwing chuckles. "What? I let you know what I'm thinking. Every once in a while it's more then...ME Blitzwing smash." -Moonlight grins. "I already knew that Blitz...it's everyone else who doesn't, or so it seems." -Blitzwing frowns for a second, before putting his arm around her shoulders and gesturing with his free hand, which he's seemingly fond of doing. "You see Moonlight, that's what I mean. You're like the only one around here who truely understands me. I love you for that." He looks to her optic band growing brighter. "I really can't put into words how much I treasure someone taking the time to understand the nuances of me. I swear, your one of a kind." -Moonlight takes this in and is quiet for a few moments. "That has to be one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me." There's no banter in her tone, and she too is being serious. But she has to know something: "Did Swivel understand you?" -Blitzwing ponders this himself for a minute. "I thought she did, she thought she did. But she had one misconception, which in turn lead her to some conclusions about yours truely which were flawed. She's a doll, but sometimes I worry if the war has scarred her more then most. She's jaded I think, almost naturally mistrusting of everyone now. It's quite sad..." -Moonlight frowns. "I didn't really like her in the beginning...she seemed to like to cause trouble for Con mechs. At first I thought she was doing it on purpose...but then I realized she's just an out of place femme. It would have been better if she had gone to another planet. Cybertron isn't for people like her." She shakes her head. -Blitzwing looks to the Femme with a brightened optic band for a second. "You've told me so much about me..mind if I can talk about you for a little while?" He's clearly got something to say. -Moonlight blinks. "I guess. Not like I have any reason not to hear about myself." She grins. "I /am/ rather fond of me, after all." -Blitzwing looks into her optics, looking like he almost sees into her very being. "You me lady, our the definition of Feminity. You pride yourself on your craft, but your too kind to ever be malicious enough to purposely hurt another. You say you dont have bravery, but yet when those you care about are threatened, I see a femme whose fully capable of handeling herself. Your outer beauty is only matched by your inner beauty." -Moonlight is blushing in earnest now. She's used to one-liners, insincere compliments, and leery looks. This is something she's not so used to, and although it's complimentry and sincere, she's not sure if she likes it for the mere fact that she doesn't know what to say...which she admits. "I...I don't know what to say Blitzwing." -Blitzwing stares at her, wading a tad closer through the oil, just to get a better vantage point to gaze down into her optics. "There's nothing to say, nothing to argue Ma'am. It's all just heartfelt truth." -Moonlight smiles, but it's not her usual saucy grin. "Thank you," is all she says. -Blitzwing chuckles to himself. "Wow me lady. One thing you usually aren't is a loss for words. I'm stunned. Are you okay?" -Moonlight nods her head. "Yes, yes I am. But it isn't every day I hear things like this. Most of my comments are of the witty banter category...and they just didn't seem appropriate. I'm not used to such sincerity." -Blitzwing looks to her with a smile. "You said it's a shame no one understands me, well I think it's a shame noone bothers to praise you...like they should." -Moonlight grins this time. "Oh, I'm used to compliments, but they're usually a lot more surface in nature. Besides, it would get confusing if /everyone/ gave me compliments with such depth and feeling." -Blitzwing chuckles, "And I'd be forced to watch many folks /alot/ more closely." -Moonlight joins in the mirth. "Oh, you'd be /forced/ would you?" -Blitzwing tilts his head "Well...maybe not so much as forced, just as compelled to watch over you." -"You're doing that already," Moonlight points out. -Blitzwing scoops her up into his arms. He dunks down submerging them both, beforing getting up and looking to her as the oil drips from his visor. He leans in and says "Would you have me any other way?" He takes one foot and steps out, getting half way out of the tub with her. -Moonlight comes out of the tub in Blitzwing's arms, oil sheeting off her and dripping back into the pool. She shakes her head. "No, I guess not." -Blitzwing says, "where do you wish to go me lady?" -Moonlight chuckles. "Anywhere that you won't have to fight." -Blitzwing shrugs. "I dont think there's any bots lurking in my quarters, you should come with me though to protect lil ole me." He chuckles. -Moonlight rolls her optics. "Yeah, like you need it." -Blitzwing swings the femme around so she can ride piggy back, getting a good look at his turret. "We'll do a thorough scouting of the perimiter." he walks into the elevator, with the cutest backpack in the history of Cybertron. Blitzwing's Quarters Your inside a very small, cramped cubicle. There's an old computer in the back, and some guns laying around here and there... and that's about it. Contents: Blitzwing -Moonlight looks around. "Seems safe enough." She chuckles. "You sure the medics said you could leave?" -Blitzwing nods and spins her around, before laying her on the bed. "Hark! an intruder! Initiate the tickle interrogation technique." He goes back to working on the spot he was before. -Moonlight giggles some more...it's a good thing they're in private or else it would be embarassing...and flails. "Hey!" she half-protests. -Blitzwing lays next to her and continues tickling. He winks his optics. "Stop pretending your not having fun." He chuckles. -Moonlight puts her hands on her hips. "I can pretend not to have fun whenever I want," she states with a big grin. -Blitzwing just rests his head on her side. "Well I can peretend to go to slee...zzzzz" -Moonlight gets up, very quietly and carefully and takes a few steps towards some of the guns lying around. She picks one up. "Well, if he's sleeping maybe I should just throw out some of this junk..." -Blitzwing suddenly reflexivly reaches out with his big mitts pulling her back in on top of him. "Where were you going?" He grins. -Moonlight fakes an innocent face. "Oh...nowhere." -Blitzwing rests his head on her shoulder, shutting his optics. "Oh good. A mech could get used to having a femme keep him company all the time. And for your note Moonlight...feel free to redecorate. Just dont completely girly up my room." -Moonlight grins. "Have you seen my room?" -Blitzwing looks to her... "Are we in for a road trip?" -Moonlight shrugs. "That depends on which of my rooms you want to see. My room at Darkmount is just down the hall someways. One is in Dead End. The last is in Caetobrix." -Blitzwing looks to her with a smile. "Your call, not mine, I'd be the guest." -Moonlight stands up rather languidly. "Well, you get into trouble way too easily. Maybe we should stick to base for now. Just until you're feeling all better. Don't want to miss out on the big fight, do you?" She frowns slightly...there are some things about the fight that bugs her. -Blitzwing nods. "Fine by me...your right, someone has to be there to keep you out of trouble." He grins and follows her. -Moonlight turns to leave the room. "Yeah, and for once I'm pretty sure I'm going to need it." MoonGate Colorful could be a word to describe this barracks room. The walls are covered of many pictures of many different planets (none are on Cybertron)...most of them in bars and containing the same mech over and over. The room is littered with odds and ends and couldn't truly be called neat, though there appears to be some sort of purpose to all the clutter. There's a recharge bed, but unless it's being used, it is also most likely covered in junk. There are probably many little well-hidden hidey holes in this room, but anyone interested in them would have to both wade through the junk and possess a keen set of optics. It has temporarily been straighted up due to a punishment given to Moonlight and Turmoil by Onslaught. Contents: Blitzwing -Blitzwing follows along, now decisevly worried. "Whats that supposed to mean?" -Moonlight walks into her room and looks over the place. "This isn't /too/ girly, is it?" she asks. She sits down on her bed and sighs. "I'm not really looking forward to that mission." -Blitzwing feigns being hurt. "What am I not cute for your wall?" He grins. "Your normal lack of enthusiasm for fighting or something more?" -Moonlight grins for a brief moment. "I don't have any pictures of you Blitz." She shakes her head and becomes sombre. "Something more this time." -Blitzwing sits down next to her, placing her head gently on his shoulder. "Talk to me Moonlight, what's up?" -Moonlight's forehead crinkles in a frown. "I don't like some of the orders." -Blitzwing looks to her. "the whole kill on sight deal for the impoverished civi's?" -Moonlight nods her head. "Yes. I mean, you have to be /really/ down on your luck to live in a ruin like that. It seems unfair to just kill them all. I can't even pretend to like the idea." -Blitzwing nods "I don't like it myself. It's not like Enfilade." He lays back. "Hey...your beds more comfy then mine." -Moonlight shrugs. "Maybe it's because I've got a slightly higher rank than you. Maybe the Empire just likes femmes more. Who knows." She looks at her feet. "Enfilade herself didn't exactly come from a plushy background. And she usually seems pretty reasonable and I never saw her as fluid-thirsty or malicious." -Blitzwing shuts his optics, and wearily says "I suggest you sleep on it, and don't worry your pretty little head about it." He's still worn down from the past few cycles. -"I'll try not to worry too much about it. I just wish I could talk to Enfilade. She's been pretty open with me before..." Moonlight says, thinking of an incident in the past.