-Whiplash says, "Oh, we haven't even started yet, you lying piece of rust." Whiplash keeps moving slowly forward, keeping pace with Phantom's steps, though she begins to move to one side and away from Ghost, trying to make it harder for Phantom to watch both her and Ghost at the same time. -Ghost's lips curve into a faint, amused smile, "Ahh Phantom.. I think you've had more than your fair share of Decepticon femmes in your arms.. Willing or unwilling." She begins to circle around towards the gates, watching The Autobot and his prey with an intense expression, frame blurring around the edges as she barely restrains her systems need to go into overdrive.. Ghost says, "Whiplash, we need to take him down." Whiplash says, "I know it - I'm trying to move off sideways to put him between us. But if we rush him, he'll kill Moonlight for sure." Ghost says, "If he kills moonlight then he dies. He is bright. he knows that." Whiplash says, "I don't care about Enfilade's kill anymore. I want this guy *dead*, doesn't matter who strikes the blow. We can bring her the head or something." Whiplash says, "But I don't want to pay for his miserable life with Moonlight's." Ghost says, "we can't let him take Moonlight either, Whiplash." -Whiplash moves outward a little further, trying to put herself 180 degrees to Ghost with Phantom between them as all three of them move in some sort of deadly unison. -Moonlight whimpers again...this just hasn't been her day. -Phantom shakes his head at Whiplash, "Still bitter as always, I see. You'd think you'd have dropped that by now." He's now almost out of the gates, Moonlight still in custody, weapon trained on her pretty little head. His head keeps going back and forth as the two flank him. He pauses for a moment, looking back towards the way he came. If this doesn't work, he's gonna have to make it back through the city to the tunnels. Ghost says, "High-low?" -Whiplash retorts, "I'd think you'd have done the decent thing and curled up and died somewhere for your treachery, but wait, you're an Autobot, I almost forgot." She gives him an entirely humorless smirk, the optics still burning a steady, intense violet. Whiplash says, "Alright. I'll hit him from the ground, but we gotta move fast. Maybe I can keep him talking." Ghost says, "He'll expect you from the ground. I'll go low. You go high." Whiplash says, "No flight in this mode. But ... hang on...." Ghost says, "Jump up if you must... We have to work quickly." -Phantom says, "Tried that. But beings like you drove me back to killing those that don't value the rights of others." He takes a few more steps backwards. "Sadly, I'm done with the conversation. One more inch this way, and she goes out in a blaze of glory."" -Whiplash slows her steps, but does not entirely stop. Instead, she transforms, her robot mode expression not much different than her MedusaSaur mode. -Ghost's optics flicker, settling on a deep intense shade of violet, "Phantom... rethink your options. Shoot her..and you die. What gain do you get from that? Drop her and you have better change to live to attack another cycle." She continues to circle, frame still slightly out of focus. -Whiplash grins dangerously, showing her fangs. "Oh, *you* should talk about rights of others, *you* of all creatures. Come on, Phantom. Confess your crimes before you die, and I'll bring Enfilade a nice little report." She comes to a stop, as though poised at an invisible fence. -Moonlight has this horrible sinking feeling that no matter who does what, she's not getting out of this one alive... -Phantom's holoprojector begins to do it's work, though it's not entirely obvious what it's doing. Oh, it's glowing, but nothing more than Phantom and Moonlight are visible at first. Then, from the two comes two more, and two more, and yes, two more. There are now four sets of Phantom holding Moonlight at gunpoint. And all four hiss out, "The crime of love? Only your kind would consider that a crime, Gladiator." All four sets are still moving backwards, almost to the freedom that Phantom is hoping for, and the ability to put down this dead wieght. -Whiplash takes this as her cue to act, and launches herself up into the air with a burst from her flight engines, arrowing forward toward the middle of that holographic mess. -Ghost's blurring seems to instensify, her systems running at full stepped up battle mode.. At the glowing and subsequent apperance of more Phantoms, her optics flicker once before she leaps towards Phantom and moonlight, dropping low to kick out at his knees. She can 'see' which one is real, heat signature as bright as the stars above admist the flickering light play going on, the frentic pulse of cores in panic and higher operational status like music to her audios. -Whiplash dives into the midst of the holograms and hits *something*. -It's probably just as well that Moonlight is unconscious now. At least she doesn't have to think about the fact that Whiplash just sent her that way. Sometimes the gambles in life /don't/ pay off. -Phantom gets kicked in the back of the knees, falling backwards as he momentarially lets go of Moonlight. Figuring that that's it, he begins transforming for his get away. But, as if the fates are against him, he gets landed on by the very femme he was trying to get rid of. Speeding off as quickly as he can, he makes no attempt to keep Moonlight on his roof. She falls, she falls. If she stays... well, that won't be as good as her falling. -Whiplash kicks out amidst the holographic images, still unaware that she actually shoved Moonlight back toward Phantom. She's hoping to get her fingers around a throat here somewhere, but there seems to be no substance to anything she reaches for. -Ghost's leg slams into Phantoms, the agile femme pushing off of the ground and into the air once more.. "Moonlight!" she watches as the femme ends up on Phantoms top.. "Slaggit!" -Moonlight is just lying rather limply on top of Phantom, probably looking pretty awkward because she didn't really have much say in the matter of how she landed. -Phantom curses silently for a moment as he drives, then decides that Moonlight's positioning could actually do some good. So, he does what any good mech that's running for his life would do. He magnatizes his roof and keeps the shield up there, still speeding away from Tarn as fast as he can.- -Whiplash sees the facts of the situation as the holograms clear, and powers up her tentacles - though they sputter and crackle only faintly. A few tendrils manage to build up enough charge to conceivably fire an electric bolt or two, but blast it all, Moonlight's draped over Phantom's vehicle mode. -Ghost gahs, tearing off on foot after the departing Autobot and Moonlight.. "Gah.. Close the gates close the gaaaates!" -Whiplash leaps into MedusaSaur mode, though she falters mid-transformation, a scraping sound coming from her infrastructure. She forces herself through it and staggers a little as she tries to bolt after the fleeing Autobot. -Phantom puts the proverbial pedal to the metal and hits top speed as the gates begin to close. He speeds towards Autobot territory, zigging and zagging in case there are things shooting at him, which would seem unlikely as he's got Moonlight as a shield still. -Whiplash would be faster in the pursuit if she wasn't so damaged from the earlier battle. Despite her absolute refusal to acknowledge her injuries, mind over matter only goes so far. -Ghost gives chase throughthe gates, but with Moonlight as a physical shield, she can't risk taking a shot.. She skids toa halt, raising sparks off of the ground as her vocoder unleahses a vile stream of foul words that would shame the most fearless of space traders... -Moonlight doesn't protest, but that might be because she /can't/. At least she isn't in pain anymore. -Phantom hovers well over the terrain as he puts as much space between him and Tarn as he can. Iacon - Courtyard From here, the sky is plainly visible through what Megatron's last attack left of Iacon's once great dome. Large structures can be seen nestled along the huge outer walls, most of which are now unfit for habitation and occasionally collapse as gravity takes its toll. The skeletons of gold and cobalt-blue buildings reach to the heavens where the dome once was, as if in supplication to Primus himself. In the center of this courtyard, an empty shaft leads up into nothingness. Iacon's central point, its Golden Spire, is no more. Phantom [Hover Speeder] [A] Rendering of Iacon Obvious Exits: -S- South leads to Iacon - Main Road -Phantom transforms and bends over to look over Moonlight. -Thunderstrike walks over to Phantom. "Well...you found yourself an interesting travel partner." -Swivel looks at Thunderstrike and just shakes her head. "It's a LONG story." she looks up as... well, the prisoner and Phantom arrive on scene. "Well looki there Nosecone." -Nosecone blinks as Phantom just appears. "Looks like I was right" he mutters to Swivel, his optics showing a faint spark of amusement as Thunderstrike tries a pick-up line. It quickly fades as the Technobot wanders over to Phantom and Moonlight, shaking his head. -Phantom turns on Thunderstrike and growls, "It's because of you that I had to take such actions. Back away before I make you look like her." -Moonlight is definately in bad shape. Looks like she's been shot a few times and kicked a few times as well. And she's definately oblivious to the world right now. -Thunderstrike looks to him. "Are you kidding me? You wanted to grandstand! I was covering there retreat. I couldve left you sucking fumes fella. I couldve stopped at the bar, had three rounds and still beat you back here." He's very fast...kind of like lightning. Thunder and lightning. Smell the cheesy punchlines. -"You takin her ta medbay?" Nosecone asks, lookin up at Phantom from an assesment of Moonlight's injuries. Ouch. -Swivel edges over to get a better look. Then she looks at Thunderstrike and walks up behind him. "c'mon buster, don't annoy the already aggravated. If it gives you your jollies to get on people's bad sides your not going to be a very healthy mech." -Phantom puts Thunderstrike out of mind for a moment, looking to Nosecone. He takes off his visor and hides it away as he looks down at Moonlight. "Poor kid. Yeah, Nosecone. Get her to Medical and get someone to tend those wounds." His voice is almost conveying sorrow at having had to take her prisioner. -Nosecone reaches down and carefully picks up Moonlight, his expression unreadable. "Understood" he replies. -Thunderstrike looks down at her. "war is a cruel life. Battle isnt for the weak. Or the /arrogant/." he glances at Phantom. -Moonlight naturally doesn't resist as Nosecone picks her up...it's kinda hard to fight back when you're completely unconscious. -Phantom turns back to Thunderstrike and his optics are burning. His voice is a hiss of anger, "The next time I order you to retreat, you do so. Don't cover, don't stand there and get your ass handed to you. Retreat. And in return, I will not be forced to stop your attackers dead in their tracks. Understood... whoever the hell you are?" Ghost says, "Ghost to mainframe,change Moonlights activity status to captured and change all her encryption codes to zero access." Imperial Warrior Novastar says, "Wait... what, situation report please." Ghost says, "Situation is poor. Medical team on standby to recieve unwilling patient. Mainframe confirm access level changes and someone *find* an intel member for me to grill.. Now." Imperial Warrior Novastar says, "Do you need an escort?" Solar says, "And why do you need an intell member?" Ghost says, "because I want to know more about Iacon." Imperial Warrior Novastar says, "About time! If you need some cover fire for an attack, give me two breems and I'll be carrying enough warheads to level a Guardian!" Solar says, "Well I've been in there since they rebuilt" Ghost says, "back off Novastar.i can't give orders for an assault..I can only offer suggestions." Solar says, "I guess I'm the one to 'grill' then" -Nosecone slowly turns, making his way back to medbay with the unconcious femme, careful not to cause any sudden movements that might damage her further. "My day just gets better an better" he mutters. -Swivel crosses her arms over her chest. "Yup. War is sure cruel." she looks at Thunderstrike as he is once again being chewed out. He really sets himself up for it. She perks up and follows Nosecone as he takes Moonlight to medbay. -Thunderstrike sneers in return. "Get my aft handed to me? I had Whiplash dead to rights, till you road in like you were some sorta big time hero. Speakin of aft whoopins You want to get your aft handed to you?" Although he's still bleeding...he may not mean right now. Iacon - Repair Bay This brightly-lit chamber serves as Iacon's primary medical facility. Long workbenches and deep storage cabinets provide the medics with all the space and equipment they require. There are at least a dozen repair tables here, each with its own scanning devices and tool racks. A few patients can usually be found in the room, casualties of the constant warfare. Off to one side lie several recharging chambers, those of the medics who prefer being closeby if they are ever needed. The Transformer equivalent of the Hippocratic Oath is engraved into the north wall. The entire room is rather well-kept, a testimony to efficient work and orderliness. (OOC:This room has views set. Type 'view' for a list of them) Silhouette [Robot] [A] Nosecone [Robot] [A] Swivel [Robot] [A] AutoMedic Security Droid v. 2.1 Razorflash Prototypes Obvious Exits: -S- South leads to Iacon - Rejuvination Spa -W- West leads to Iacon - Main Road -N- North leads to Iacon - Research Lab -Nosecone carefully places Moonlight on a med-table, motioning for a medic, who gives Nosecone a strange look before running a scan on the Decepticon. -Moonlight just lies there, as any unconscious body would do. Her expression is one that looks more afraid than actually in pain. Things were pretty scarey for her before she passed out. Of course, if she knew where she was, she'd probably be even more afraid...and Moonlight doesn't really scare /that/ easily. Ghost says, "Solar, if you are available, pull a current Iacon report for me and forward it to my box in the mainframe." -Silhouette sweeps past the doorway and into a side shadowed wall, adding to the cover herself, blending in nicely as her optics locks on Phantom's acquisition, apparently that same useless Decepticon she managed to fool with a little bit of pressure, how unfortunate, she doubts there's any value at all to this one, Phantom will have even more to answer to. -Swivel just follows Nosecone and just tilts her head to the side. "hmmm.... she really is in terrible shape... but war does that to you, no?" ah yes.... Swivel the queen of tact. Solar says, "What kind of information are you looking for? I have a general knowledge of the layout" Ghost says, "Anything that you have." Solar says, "Understood" Imperial Warrior Novastar says, "You need cover-fire, ma'am? What happened to Moonlight? She's a little odd, but it'd be horrible if she's dead." -Nosecone watches the medic begin work on the femme's injuries, his optics flicking up to Swivel as she speaks. Suddenly slumping down into a chair, he nods. "War.. is a bitch" The Technobot looks weary, absently running his finders over the many gouges in his midsection armor. Ghost says, "Novastar.... No coverfire, we have returned.. And Moonlight is no longer with us. She has been.. captured." Imperial Warrior Novastar says, "... Slag" -Swivel makes a strange face at Nosecone then shakes her head. "Um..... riiiiiiight." she blinks a few times. "All it is is hate, the inability to trust anyone, yet the need for someone or something to be loyal to. Or some crazy stuff like that. I haven't been in my right mind as of late... so don't mind me." Ghost says, "My thoughts exactly, Novastar." Imperial Warrior Novastar sighs, and says reluctantly, "I'll wait for the briefing then." -Two grey Autobots step into the medbay in flurry, moving directly to Moonlight's body, instructing the medics to move aside a moment, they quickly sweep about Moonlight's systems, disengaging her radio component, disconnecting accessibility to her subspace pocket so no weapons could be summoned, and finally, attaching a modlock device, as fast as they came, they also disappear, instructing the medics to restrain her well once they're done stabalizing her. -"I don't mind ya, Swivel." Nosecone states. "This is what I mind. Was supposed ta be a simple distraction, sos Silhouette could go in and get Steelwind. Instead, I get two morons who don't know when ta quit, and Phantom pullin this stunt" he gestures to Moonlight, his optics dulling for a moment. -Swivel nods her head slowly. "I wouldn't know. In fact I don't have a clue of what exactly is going on. " she shrugs again and watches the medics work. It was always facsinating for her to watch, or has been recently. The scary thing is, the medics know how to put people together... they know how to quickly dissessemble mechs as well. "As for morons and crazy stunts, I'm not going to say anything." -Moonlight is stripped of her weapons and radio capabilities quite easily. It's not as if she's in a position to protest. The only thing she can do right now is lie there and look sad, pathetic, and all slagged up. -Silhouette knows that if Moonlight was an Intel operative of hers, she'd made a point to eliminate her herself long ago, that is an uncharacteristically sloppy agent the Decepticons have, she'd expect more of Razelore. -Nosecone says, "Guess the medbay's gonna be under guard for a while, till she's transfered ta the Brig." -Swivel nods her head. "Yeah... security. Hmmm.... I was once a gaurd for a prisoner. I was guarding the prisoner more than anything from getting beat to scrap by the Autobots that were interrogating. Of course, that prisoner needed to be functional." she shrugs. -Phantom walks in, blaster still resting on his shoulder as he moves slowly into the prisioner's area. -Thunderstrike walks behind Phantom screaming. "You going to come off your perch or keep talking down to me?" The little guy is irked. -Nosecone is sitting on a chair beside the med-table where Moonlight is slowly being repaired, talking to Swivel. "Yeah, well. How long before the Cons try what we did today? Things are gonna get messy.. not like they were that great ta begin with, but..." But at least Moonlight wasn't lying here deactivated in Iacon med-bay. Slag. -Phantom calls out to the room, "Someone restrain this thing before I increase his repair bill ten fold." -Thunderstrike snaps "this thing? Who do you think you are? Allow me to introduce my self. Thunder..." he grabs Phantom by the shoulder getting face to face with him. "...strike." Left hand heading for the jaw. -"Cool it, Thunderstrike" Nosecone calls out, "Before.. aw slag." Striking a superior officer. How much room in the brig to we have? -Swivel looks up. Oh great... it's the circus! Yipee. Swivel looks unimpressed with just about everything right now, but she shrugs and smiles anyway. Of course she'd probably get told to wipte that stupid smile off of her face. "Well Nosecone, most likely that will happen. Unless the 'cons don't find Moonlight worth the effort... thou-" she scuts herself off as infighting breaks out. Slag. She stands up and takes on step towards Phantom and Thnderstrike. -Phantom takes the punch straight to the jaw, the force sending his face moving in the same direction for a moment. He slowly moves his face back to look at Thunderstrike. "Pleasure to meet you." He moves his blaster down to level with Thunderstrike's midsection and pulls the trigger. -Maybe being unconscious isn't so bad. At least Moonlight won't get to see how horribly fractured the Bots can be. She's probably laugh at this scene...of course, she might not seeing as she's in the middle of Bot territory with a bunch of irate Bots around here. On the other hand, how often /does/ Moonlight do the prudent thing. -Thunderstrike gleefully hops out of the way. "Your 0 for two. Any other macho one liners followed by poorly aimed shots coming my way?" -Nosecone remains sitting. "This is just great" he mutters as the room erupts into chaos. "Just great. Makes me proud ta be an Autobot, oh yes." -Swivel nods to Nosecone. "I know. Bad timing to give me a good impression of my faction again. Maybe I should hide in my hole a little longer." she frowns and takes a few steps closer. "Alright you two! Break it up!" she says in a sharp tone, perching her hands on her waist. She does looks ready to interfere though. -Silhouette leaps out of the shadows suddenly, without Any shadows cover her at all, the flashy Decepticon sigils on her frame are perfectly visible, following her unassuming Tetrajet frame she doesn't look like the most comforting present in medbay as she generates a sphere of dark shadows surrounding her, along with Thunderstrike and Phantom "THIS ENDS NOW!!!!" her voice can be heard echoing a ghastly shriek over the room. -Nosecone looks over at the unconcious Moonlight. "I'll trade ya" he says to the Decepticon, ignoring for the moment the fact that there's no way she can hear him. "I'll lie there heavily damaged, an /you/ deal with this." The Driller looks like he's about to add somthing else, but Silhouette's dramatics cut that right off. -Phantom turns quickly and pulls back his balled up fist to land a nice bash upon the young welp that requires learnin'. It's time to get southern on his backside. But then, some random Decepticon jumps out of the shadows, and before he can reach over to pick up his weapon, he hears a shriek and realizes that his boss is in disguise. He lowers his arm and looks over to Silhouette, "Nice outfit." -Thunderstrike stops, no more cocky attitude, no more macho posturing. He stands there, silent, and unmoving. His green optics just look towards Sil like he knows he stepped right into it now. -Moonlight is unconscious, not stupid. Even if she had a choice, she wouldn't switch with Nosecone right now. -Trapped within Silhouette's sphere of darkness, things appear much darker, and Silhouette becomes all the more menacing to those within, glaring with blood red optics from Phantom to Thunderstrike she disregards the comment about her current appearance, not wishing to dull her reaction to this nearly full fledged fight with nonsense. "Phantom, you will clear this medbay and wait for me at the command center" she then turns to focus on Thunderstrike, much like a predator she approches him, the sphere of darkness seems to extend out sharp thorns of dark matter towards Thunderstrike, a most unpleasant visualization as she hisses at him "Do you wish to rot in the brig for good, or join those unfortunate guests of the Deadlands, kidlet...?" oh she's way past upset, better not pull an enercig now. -Phantom takes a few steps out of the shadow sphere, and begins moving towards the door. He's never seen her this pissed, and isn't going to press the situation. He does as he's told and heads towards the command center. -Thunderstrike looks not merely as confident as before, "Ma'am i was trying to cover them. I was doing what I had to. He tried blaming me for making him take a prisoner, but he was just being overzealous. I'm not at fault on this one." A wiser mech would admit his wrongdoing, but not an impulsive youngin. -Nosecone hopes that's only a threat from Silhouette. The kid's got attitude, but he doesn't deserve to be scrapped. -Swivel just... frowns. Wow. She's never seen Sil this upset. Then again she's never seen a lot of Sil. Just shadows and some neat hissing sounds. Swivel just stays still and watches, almost as if moving or even blinking will upset Sil and she'll get dragged into something just for being there... even though she doubts that. Sil usually has reasons... -Silhouette reaches towards Thunderstrike's throat with her fingers, shadowy claws extend from them (ooc: think a Wolverine effect), glaring at his optics with the cold passion for death like the assassin that she can be, she hisses out sharply, and quietly, adding to her unpredictability "Silence your empty excuses. Phantom took a useless prisoner, that is his fault...that he would want to cast it over someone else for my fury is a given. Whether he is right in blaming you or not, I care not! But when you start a struggle in the medbay before my watching optics, I will not stand at BAY! What is wrong with you, striking my XO? You want to deal with something, fill a complaint to Elita One, or to me as his CO. But you want to handle things the Decepticon way...?" she brushes the shadowy claw against his faceplate "Then I will accomodate that wish of yours, and mind you...you would not like it one bit, I am not soft! My function is to eliminate and destroy, this I know well...wherever you go around this base, I am watching...make one mistake, kidlet...it would be your last because my optics are set on you...." dissipating her shadow claws to thin air, the sphere seems to shrink about them after Phantom left. "Can you be at least a bit respectful to officers and yet function like an Autobots would, rather than some Syndicate scum...?" -Thunderstrike looks to her. "/Your/ XO shot at me first. Why? Cause he couldnt check his ego. I was providing our guys cover, doing what I could to help. That's not an excuse, thats a fact. You want me to appologize for that twit shooting at me? I'm sorry for dissrespecting your command but I was doing what I had to. I'm sorry, but If your soldiers cant think for themselves, and do what they feel in their core is right...which side is the Tyrannical ones?" -"Maybe he should appologise ta Phantom" Nosecone remarks, looking at where he guesses Silhouette to be in the sphere 'o darkness with a ironic gleam in his optic. "At least. It's only polite.." -Swivel frowns, still not moving. Why won't he just be quiet? She looks at Nosecone. "This is getting bad... should we try and do something about this or keep out of htis for our own safety?" -Moonlight just lies there in sweet oblivion. Of course, this is going to smart when she actually goes conscious again. -Nosecone looks at Swivel. "Somtimes a little slap upside the head will knock some sense inta someone." He pauses. "Of course, Silhouette may not stop at that. Then we're gonna haft ta step in." -Swivel nods her head. "So... when she begins dismantling him we try and hold her back?" -Nosecone stands up, but makes no move towards the obscured duo. "Yup, that's about it" he replies to Swivel. -Silhouette lets a shadowy blade materialize in her hand at Thunderstrike lack of ability to shut himself up when he needs to, and deftly thrusts the shadowy tip right into a seeping wound, quite surprisingly the feel is just as though a real blade has been thrusted into his wound. "You do not start a fight over something like that, Thunderstrike, you report it...and when giving orders you follow them, that is why Phantom is my XO and you are not. You're a kidlet, you know nothing about warfare yet, even if you'd like to think so, you jeapordized Phantom and the mechs he commanded, therefore he got that ticked at you and now I see why he was forced to take a hostage because of you....now before I decided to actually inflict punishment on you, I suggest you stand down your grounds for now and take another chance instead of digging a bigger hole for yourself, I'm still willing to forgive this one time incident at this point...." she then takes the blade out. The shadow sphere by now engulfs the two to perfect fit, shifting along with them. -Thunderstrike would love to have replied to Sil's speech, much less been conscious for the conclusion of it. To bad his optics twitched when the blade went in, then went dim. He passed out from the pain, leaned on the blade, and when it was pulled out, fell to her feet unconsious, with a reflexive grunt and thud as he hit the floor. -Nosecone returns Swivel's look as he hears the THUMP of a body hitting the ground. Primus, if he's miscalculated.. "Silhouette.." he calls out. "Is Thunderstrike.. alright?" -Swivel frowns, her frame seeming to tense up, like it's ready to just burst into action if need be, but in the meantime restrained. -The sphere finally fades, revealing the Decepticon like Silhouette, with her flashy Decepticon sigils, standing with her optics set down upon an unconcious Thunderstrike at her feet, no weapons visible as she whispers "Get him on a medtable, restrain him, and see to his injuries..." she then turns to leave, a grim expression on her face as shadows shift to form a ghostly cape about her as she walks away. -Swivel frowns and cautioutsly walks over to the new recruit and drags him onto a Table. "Geez...." -Nosecone scowls after the reatreating Silhouette as he helps Swivel with Thunderstrike. "Next time, try punishin him where everyone can see, insteada hidin away in the darkness." -Moonlight has unconscious company now. Yay for her. Too bad she doesn't know she has some. Then again, Thunderstrike /is/ a Bot. -Thunderstrike might resist being scooped up like a slaughtered cow if he wasnt smaller then Swiv and wasn't umm....slaughtered? -Swivel shakes her head. "Ah don't be so bitter at Silhouette. He did after all push her buttons. Then again that gives her no right to trash someone, especially because he he started trashing someone else. Sort of hypocritical." she sighs. "Don't mind me..." she grumbles to herself. -Silhouette stops at the doorway and turns, her blood red optics locking on Nosecone "In the dark, Nosecone, attitude breaks...and truth reveals itself...this one needs discipline, as well as a sense of fear to teach him when his life is in danger, believe it or not...I've done nothing...he collapsed with fear alone, see to it that you don't find yourself in such a sphere...today you were a brilliant asset to the faction....continue like so" she then turns to leave once more unless Nosecone would have another comment. -Nosecone nods at Swivel. "Oh, I know. He deseved what he got. Whatever he got in there. But I don't think it shoulda been done in the shadows." He glances at Silhouette, surprised that she bothered to comment, and shrugs, not really having much else to say. -Swivel gives off the hint of a frown. "What is wrong with the shadows? I don't understand your problem with that particular detail." -Thunderstrike has much to say...too bad hes sleepy. -Silhouette hearing no reply by Nosecone, she whispers softly while still walking away "Silence is the sacred form of wisdom..., I'm impressed..." and she is gone from sight. -Nosecone sits back down after fastening the restraints to the unconcious ThunderStrike. "Well for one, punishment also acts as an example ta others." He flashes a tired grin. "Not that we need an example. An two.. doin it secretly means you can get away with bein.. overzealous." -Swivel shrugs. "Good point... you're right. However, I don't beleive in punishment with an audience... but as for over doing it... I can see how that would serve as a problem." -Nosecone nods. "An now we got two in medbay, an when they wake up, two for the brig. -Swivel nods her head. "What a pleasant cycle. To think I was recharging through half of it." -Moonlight just lies there as the Bot medics tinker with her. It will be a nasty shock when she wakes up.... -Nosecone winces as his servos cool and he begins to feel the light damage he took from the battle. "Least we got Steelwind out." -Swivel nods her head. "Out of one brig into the next. Fun." -Nosecone sighs. "Yeah. I thought Iacon was crazy before, but now..." -Swivel nods her head slowly. "Why do you think I've been avoiding Iacon? It used to have a more... happy-sappy 'we're all friends' atmosphere... but semi-recently it has been difficult to stand being around here. No one in particular drives me away, I just feel uncomfortable around Iacon or the Base." Swivel taps her chin in thought. "Also the fact I've just not been in my right mind...." slowly... ever so slowly Swivel warps her face into *DUH DUH DUH* THE SMILE! -Nosecone nods. "I'm thinkin of settin up a temporary camp in the tunnels." He looks at the unconcious Moonlight and sighs again. "Guess I'll hang around here for guard duty for a while, since.." ACK! The SMILE! "..Can.. can you not do that please?" -Thunderstrike has no idea how lucky he is to be unconscious. -There are advantages to being unconscious...avoiding /that/ SMILE is one of them.