February 4th, 2003
~Nosecone(A), Kimakaze(D), Blitzwing(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]

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

-Nosecone is.. asleep, or at least recharging. He's dug himself a burrow under some debris and covered the entrance with loose metal, hoping to avoid detection by hostiles.. or certain members of his own faction, if it comes to that.
-Moonlight is making her way through the Deadlands, perhaps to Crystal City. She seems to be there more since the Bots took it over than when the Cons held it. Maybe she sees it as a challenge, maybe she just wants it more now that she can't have it. Who knows.
-Nosecone can't hide his energy signature, even if it is dampened by inactivity. And as luck (or bad luck) would have it, one of the pieces of scrap covering Nosecone's makeshift resting place chooses this moment to slip and fall, allowing anyone outside to see the unmistakable drill.
-Moonlight hears the sound of something falling and clattering. She looks around for the source and spots a drill peeking out from the rubbish. Awwwww, how cute. Well, not really. Chuckles softly to herself she shakes her head. This guy really needs to find a new place to chill. All the bars are probably too obvious by now.
-Nosecone just wanted a nap. Is that too much to ask? Well, probably.
-Of course it's too much to ask. Most things are when Moonlight is on the loose, and she usually is, not being your typical patrol Con. Slowly she makes her way towards the drill, actually employing her rarely used, yet effective, skills of stealth.
-Nosecone is asleep. And hardly on the ball at the best of times.
-Moonlight isn't sure what Nosecone's doing, but she doesn't really care. She circles around behind Nosecone, creeping softly and gently. Once she's behind him she stops and shouts out, "Bang, bang! You're dead!"
-The change is immediate.. debris goes flying as Nosecone is startled out of rest, transforming instictively and half falling, half sliding from his concealment. "Whuh?" he says groggily, rifle appearin in his hand.
-Moonlight is pointing her fingers at Nosecone like a gun and grinning. "Morning Sunshine!" she calls out, ending in laughter.
-"Damnit!" Nosecone grumbles, trying to cover his embarrassment with gruffness. "Ya startled me.. lucky I'm not strafe, or you'd be dead now, and this whole area would be on fire."
-Moonlight arches an optic ridge. "What does this fella look like, just so I know?" She grins. "And you'd better be thankful I'm not Whiplash or else you'd be in a galaxy of hurt."
-Nosecone mumbles "I could probably take her" as he gets to his feet. "You'd know Strafe if ya met him. There'd be blast marks everywhere."
-Moonlight shrugs. "I wouldn't know about that...Whiplash is pretty tough." She looks around. "Not that blast marks can hurt this place anyhow. So, this Strafe guy, is he just a nut or something?" She's getting a mental image of that Freefall guy who attacked her here early in her career on Cybertron.
-Nosecone huhs. "He's not a nut" he replies, suddenly feeling the need to defend his fellow technobots. "He's just a little.. twitchy."
-Moonlight nods once. "Nervous wreck?"
-Nosecone shrugs. "Guess you might say that."
-Moonlight grins. "Then I guess he fits right in on this planet." She looks around. "So, is that Iacon place of yours so terrible that you prefer to rest in a pile of junk?"
-Nosecone frowns and shrugs noncommitally. "Just don't feel like hangin round there right now."
-Moonlight looks around at the desolation. "Still, this is a rather glum place to retreat to. I've never seen your Iacon, so I don't know what sort of place it is. If it's anything like Darkmount, I wouldn't blame you for wanting to be out and about, but why /here/?"
-"Well /normally/ this place is fairly quiet, bein a desolate wasteland and all." He smiles wryly. "So of course, everyone and their creator seems ta show up"
-Being currently with*out* her creator, Kimakaze is a black dot in the sky above, obviously en route someplace else when she notices movement below aand after detecting a Decepticon signal, decides to investigate and see who's around. Leisurely, she swoops down.
-Moonlight puts her hands on her hips. "Currently I see only myself and yourself..." She glances up. "Well, maybe you're right." She squints her optics to see who it is.
-Nosecone huhs, and follows Moonlight's optics up, squinting at the dot that seems to be getting closer. "Ah, slag" he mutters. "What did I tell ya?"
-Kimakaze nosedives at the last minute, her black shape making her look somewhat like a small metal dart.
-Kimakaze lands with a small *thok*
-Moonlight hasn't ever seen Kimakaze in her alternate form, so she just stands there and waits to see what happens next, still looking rather unconcerned. She does take a moment to grin at Nosecone though. "You sure you don't see the future or something?" she asks.
-Nosecone huhs. "Round here, the future is pretty easy ta predict." He thumbs the safety off his rifle as Kimakaze lands, but doesn't raise it.. yet.
-Standing to her full height finally, Kim flickers strangely (as usual), her 'alien' armour folding out across her hands to form pointed combat blades about the length of her hand. "Well well, issn't this cosy."
-Moonlight takes a few steps towards Kimakaze, not even really startled to see who it is. There is nothing defensive about her posture or expression. "Of course it is. And how are you this cycle?"
-Nosecone remains silent, not about to rise to any taunts from strange Decepticons
-Kimakaze peers through her full face visor at Moonlight. "May I ask why you are conversing with thiss....Autobot? Any special reason at all?" She looks at Nosecone with a light chuckle. "Greetingss, by the way."
-Moonlight grins broadly. "Now, if I told you right now, it would defeat the purpose, wouldn't you think Kimakaze?"
-Kimakaze looks between Nosecone and Moonlight for a few moments more. "Moonlight  if you tell me, it makess it ok. If you don't, well then there might just be a problem. After all, Autobotss *are* dangerouss you know. Especially trigger happy ones."
-Nosecone can't help but wonder about that lisp.
-Moonlight grins. "Well, let's take a trip into the theoretical. Once there let's just say that I was talking to this fella here to gain trust and lower his mental defenses for use later now. Now, let's just say you ask me to tell you about this, outloud, where he can hear me. And let's just say I tell you what I had in mind. Suddenly my plan is exposed and we have a very grumpy Autobot on our hands." She shrugs.
-Nosecone already looks grumpy. He's been woken up.
-Kimakaze chuckles at Moonlight, then peers at Nosecone again. "Well since thaat iss not your mission, obviously this Autobot has *nothing* to fear from you *that* score."
-Moonlight smiles sweetly. "Of course not. It was just a bit of a story to entertain the two of you."
-Hissing, vague threats.. wonder if this Decepticon is related to Silhouette. "I was patrollin" he states. "No idea what Moonlight was doin here."
-Kimakaze glowers darly from behind her face visor at Nosecone continuusly.
-Moonlight folds her arms. "Me? I'm just taking a walk. Last I checked that was still permissible by Cybertronian law." She thinks for a moment. "/Is/ there a Cybertronian law for all Cybertron?" She blinks....she never thought to ask.
-Nosecone is used to being glowered at and he returns the look calmly, though he's inwardly a little nervous, being unsure of Kimakaze's capabilities. "No idea" he replies to Moonlight. "But with the war and all, I'm guesssin there ain't."
-Kimakaze shakes her head, slowly. "No there iss not during war time. But previouss to that yess, there was a law. Of sortss."
-Moonlight grins very broadly. "No laws hmmmmm. Just factional rules. Interesting..."
-Nosecone shrugs. "Well, I think there should be rules in war as well. But no-one listens ta me anyway."
-Kimakaze shrugs again, keeping her visor down though. "Well, ruless are there to be broken. Anyway Moonlight, who iss your new friend? Aren't you going to introduce us?"
-Moonlight shrugs. "Never part of my philosophy, but oh well." She points to Nosecone. "Kimakaze, this is Nosecone," she points to Kimakaze, "Nosecone, this is Kimakaze." She grins. "That better?"
-Nosecone can't really say 'pleased to meet you', so he just nods. "Hope you weren't just waitin to be introduced so you could use those on me" he says, indicating Kimakaze's hand-blades.
-Kimakaze bows fully to the waist, apparently not lacking in manners. "Not at *all*, my dear Nosecone. I am Kimakaze, acting head of Intel."
-Moonlight grins. There's a reason she loves intel. She says nothing for the time being, more interested in what will unfold now.
-Intel as well.. She might as well BE Silhouette. Except friendlier. Why is it that only Decepticons seem to be civil to Nosecone? Even Swivel's been acting wierdly lately..  "Come ta spy on me?" Nosecone chuckles. "I'm sure there are more interestin things ta do."
-Kimakaze just says nothing. "Well look you two. Providing there'ss no canoodling going on here...which there had better *not* be, then I'll be off."  Kimakaze winks at Moonlight. "Be good Moonlight. Be *very* good."
-Nosecone blink blinks. "Er.." he emits, not expecting that at ALL.
-Moonlight holds up two fingers. "No canoodling here. Smugglers' honor." She grins. "I'm a one mech femme...except on alternate weekends." She chuckles. "As for being good, I'll not comment on that."
-A bomb comes crashing out of the sky...exloding not very far from the trio. The source of said ordinance now becomes visible on the horizon. A large tan and purple jet... fairly familiar to all present. He transforms. "Nothing like the smell of napalm to start a cycle." He grins.
-Kimakaze wavers to Blitz as she folds down into a pod shape before leaving the scene. "I bid thee all a fare well...."
-Nosecone jumps, raising his rifle. "Oh, an it justs gets better, don't it?" he mutters, missing Kimakaze's departure, his attention caught by Blitzwing's grandiose entrance.
-Moonlight smiles and runs over to Blitzwing. "Hey there," she almost purrs.
-Blitzwing sees a rifle raised, and leans over to Moonlight kissing her atop the head before drawing his rifle, and turning his attention to the bot. "Arent we friendly?" He grins. "You want an aft whoopin, I'll be happy to oblidge."
-Nosecone has a momentary pang of jealousy, which he immediatly feels guilty about. "Blitzwing.. you're /always/ happy to oblige. There's no reason to assume you've just dropped by for some chitchat." Nosecone half lowers his rifle, ready to target the triple changer again if he makes a move.
-Moonlight shakes her head. "I'd really rather think he came here for my company than to blast you Nosecone."
-Blitzwing chucks his rifle back into subspace. "She's right...I only concern myself with those who are actually a /threat/ to the empire, not over-talkative cowardly loudmouths."
-Nosecone is neither over talkative, cowardly, or a loudmouth, so Blitzwing's taunt bounces right off him. "Shall I leave you to it?" he asks, lowering his rifle as Blitzwing dismisses his weapon.
-Moonlight stands on her toes and whispers to Blitzwing, "You ... have a particular malice ... this guy. ... is ... There's so ... ... ... ... ... ..."
-Blitzwing shrugs..answering aloud intentionally. "It's not supposed to be personal. He's an enemy, we're at war. I'm obligated kick his aft. he has a tendancy to shoot you, which makes it personal."
-Nosecone sighs. "If you're going to start somthing, make it quick Blitzwing. I aint in the mood for aft kicking right now."
-Moonlight snugs Blitzwing's arm. "You really know how to make a gal feel special. But like I said, there's a lot meaners mechs out there. There's no real reason to fight right now." She looks at Nosecone. "Are you ever in the mood for aft kicking? It doesn't seem like it."
-Blitzwing looks to the mech. "What are you going to do? Run back to Iacon and get assigned to some duty more becoming of a cowardly femme like yourself? Maybe you should be a janitor, you could clean up after the big boys." (Ah...Inside jokes. :P)
-"Are you?" Nosecone replies to Moonlight. Hmphing at Blitzwing, he replies, "I dunno, Blitzwing. If I leave, you might start bawling like a kidlet again. Too bad you can't run away and hide behind your daddy."
-Moonlight shakes her head. "Mechs...we can't live with them, and we can't live without them." She makes a face. "Okay, we know you guys are enemies and stuff, but do you really have to carry on with the lame boastings and insults?"
-Blitzwing looks to Moonlight in /that/ way, fore unsheathing his sword. His optics are a fiery red, now starring at his foe. "Shoulda left while I was being friendly. Now you can't leave."
-Nosecone looks at Moonlight, in a 'here we go again' fashion. "Attackin me, Blitz?" he sighs, raising his rifle. "/There's/ a surprise. Guess you can give out the insults but just can't take 'em."
-Moonlight frowns, not liking the way things have turned out. She keeps a grip on Blitzwing's arm. "Ummmmm, I hate to point it you, but you started it."
-Blitzwing continues to glare at the mech, managing to answer the femme. "I plan on finishing it too. We gonna dance or not chump?"
-Nosecone shrugs. "Like I said before, if you wanna start somthing, go ahead. We are at war, I suppose." He glances at Moonlight. "An you can always shoot me again. I'll be too busy fending off this big scrap-heap to do anything about it."
-Moonlight sighs. "You can take the Blitzwing out of the fight, but you can't take the fight out of the Blitzwing." She says to no one in particular. She narrows her optics at Nosecone and winces, almost as though hurt by the mechs' statement.
-Blitzwing shrugs. "Heres the deal, I say we resolve this right now. Just me and you...no interference."
-Nosecone raises an optic ridge. "An then what? After that we never shoot at each other ever again? Or.." he pauses as a horrible thought occurs to him. "Are you talkin about /permanently/ resolving this?"
-Moonlight doesn't seem pleased. "What? You're just gonna beat on each other, get sent to repair bay, just so you can do this over and over and over again. Yay. Sounds like jolly good fun to me," she says, clearly being sarcastic. "Why not save it for the big fights, when it really matters?"
-Blitzwing shrugs. "you let me know there big boy." He has that flat out sinister grin on his face.
-"I'm with Moonlight on this one" Nosecone states. "This is pointless."
-Blitzwing puts his weapon away disgusted. "nobody ever wants a good fight."
-Moonlight runs a finger up and down Blitzwing's arm. "We all know you're a good fighter, no need to prove it over and over again." She grins at him. "Besides, you always make me look bad. I'm a terrible fighter."
-Nosecone huhs. "Well I'm not Scattershot" he says, turning once more to leave. "You two have fun now."
-Moonlight colors slightly at the name of Scattershot. "He's the big gun fella, isn't he? The one that was at the Cerrius fight?"
-Nosecone nods, flipping his gun into subspace. "That's the one. He's also my boss."
-Blitzwing mumbles to himself about noobe enjoying a good brawl.
-Moonlight shakes her head. "Well, then I don't like your boss." She turns back to Blitzwing. "You want to go back and teach me then? Might give you something to do for a bit."
-Nosecone picks his way over the rubble, heading reluctantly back to Iacon.