February 26th, 2003 ~Silhouette(A), Phantom(A), Novastar(D), Whiplash(D), Nosecone(A), Thunderstrike(A), Silverstreak(A), Sylver(D) ============================================================================== ================================= Decepticon ================================= Message: 10/10 Posted Author To Rescue Moonlight Wed Feb 26 Enfilade ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *Enfilade's image appears on screen* To rescue Moonlight, I arranged for Ghost and Novastar to drop the killer turborats into Iacon. Delivery was successful. While the Autobots are going insane with their pest problem, I have instructed the Hellpits engineers to act as sappers, digging a tunnel up under the walls of Iacon. Whiplash and a backup team will go into the city, retrieve Moonlight, and return her to Darkmount for debriefing. I wish to speak to her while she is still in med bay to discern what if any information the Autobots were able to get from her. In the meantime, feel free to make hit and run attacks on Iacon, but do NOT, I repeat, do NOT take great risks in engaging. Those attacks serve only to harass the Autobots, and are not worth the loss of any troops when the real victory shall be won by stealth and cunning. Enfilade, out." ============================================================================== Iacon - Holding Cell 4 walls with one exit and that is guarded by a powerful forceshield. The ceiling and flooring is marred with past attempts to either escape, or by someone noting the passage of time via scraching it on the walls. Nothing else is in here. This room is a grim reminder that there is a war going on.. and with war come responsibilities. Obvious Exits: -O- Out leads to Iacon - Brig -Moonlight's hat is currently sitting on her left fist and she appears to be having a conversation with it. No, she isn't being slowly driven crazy by sitting in this cell, not at all. -From the Brig, The room suddenly becomes dark, nearly pitch dark, only through straining the optics heavily could one decipher the outlines of objects in the room. Soon after, the tapping of feet can be heard faintly, someone has entered the room. -Ooooooo, hey, Moonlight can't see her hat anymore so she ceases to talk to it. "Hmmmmmm, I wonder if there's a power shortage." She tosses the hat towards the energy field that is seperating her from the rest of the brig. -From the Brig, Apparently there's no sound at all as the hat flows right thruogh, the energy field has been deactivated, however the sound of a few more steps proves someone is now blocking the passage. -Moonlight decides that knowing the field is down isn't enough. Sure, she could try to escape, but there's someone out there, and chances are they're stronger than a janitor. Although she doesn't try to escape, Moonlight backs herself into a corner, just in case trouble is coming her way. Not that she could do much, being without weapons or great strength. -"Greetings, little one..." comes a soft soothing whisper, yet horridly appearing to be ill meaning, as whoever it is makes a few more steps towards Moonlight "Finding our accomodation to your liking...?" -Moonlight tries to orient on whoever is talking to her. She doesn't recognize the voice, but she wonders if the person is big, or was just being demeaning by calling her little. "Not bad. It's a bit dark now though." How was /that/ for an uninformitive answer? -"Yes it is..." answer the voice, flowing, all encompassing as if reaching to caress her--with a sharp end of a blade that is. There are a few more steps and by now Moonlight can make something out of the darkness, a person is defintely standing before her. -Moonlight keeps her back to the wall as she looks at where she /feels/ another person is standing. "Just thought I'd comment. You /did/ ask me what I thought of the place, whoever you are." -"That I did..., and do you like....the dark...?" the voice sounds loving, much as if conducting a romantic conversation with Moonlight, although it's obvious it is quite far from the truth. Along with the question comes the sharp scraping sound of a blade along the wall of the cell. -Okay, well this is creepy. Moonlight likes the dark fine, but creepy's never been her thing. "Well, that depends on what kind of dark you're talking about. There's sneaking into places dark, and restful dark, and creepy dark, and romantic dark, and lost in the closet dark, and just plain dark dark." -From the Brig, Phantom walks in and quickly notices the obvious darkness. "Damn rats." He taps in the codes for the MSE devision, and calls "We've got the rats in the brig area now. Maintainance, get down here now and fix this." Then, the thought hits him. He pulls his weapon and flips on his nightvision, "Moonlight. Where are you?!" -Moonlight grins to herself slightly. "Oh, I'm just sitting in the dark, having a conversation about the dark, with someone who is hiding in the dark." -The scarping sound continues along the wall, closing in on Moonlight's location as the voice whispers something into a radio transmitter, transmitting to Phantom "Out of here and leave it dark..." before a moment's pause, the scraping stops right next to Moonlight and she can actually feel the blade resting against her arm "How about...deathly dark, the final darkness that is eternal....?" -From the Brig, Phantom lets out a growl of annoyance, restoring his radio communications, "Belay that, MSE. There's a visitor for the prisioner." He replaces his weapon and crosses his arms, knowing that Sil can see him. Taking a stance of defiance, he shakes his head, "Your orders were she's *my* prisioner. Thusly, I'm here for interrogations, or death threats." He holds out a hand, palm up as if to say, 'After you' but punctuates it with a "Please, continue." -Ah, yes, metaphorical yammering about the darkness. Goodie. Moonlight is rarely touched by ideas. Phantom's threat was the worst...so far. But Moonlight doesn't know how bad it can get, she only knows what she's heard up until tihs point. "I'm guessing I wouldn't like it simply because death isn't very fun. Not one bit." Moonlight then asks herself whether she wants to see the owner of the creepy voice, or if she's better off talking to a shadow. She hears Phantom out there somewhere, and only hopes he doesn't have any more cities he wants to destroy. -At Phantom's call the voice quiets, and then after a moment's pause a pair of icy blue optics can be seen glinting through the dark all very near Moonlight. And then there's a sudden deep stab at her arm. "You are right not to like it, for it isn't pleasant...." -Moonlight winces as something stabs her arm. "Hey! You just stabbed me!" Way to go Moonlight, you're so observant. She rubs her arm where she can feel the pain and starts edging away from the source, keeping her back to the wall at all times. -From the Brig, Phantom takes a menacing step foward, attempting to get Sil to concentrate on him, "Stand down, Commander." He once again takes the defiant stance and just looks at the blue optics. -"Very observant...." comes the whisper from the same voice, before Moonlight can feel the blade twisting in a circle within her arm, enlarging the wound in a most unpleasant manner. "Name a reason..." the voice whispers, apparently to Phantom. -From the Brig, Phantom sneers behind his faceplate, not wanting to get into this in front of a Decepticon, but decides that he might as well. He does feel a bit protective of Moonlight. "The rats are running rampant with our systems. Due to that, we might not be able to get the forcefield up. The most logical course of action is to get it back to operation while we can and continue this at a later time." -Moonlight holds back a cry...it hurts, but it's not /that/ bad...yet. She knew this part would happen sooner or later. Of /course/ it wouldn't be enough to psychologically damage her, they have to use blades now too? But she's already been a kidlet about things already...it's time for the stiff upper lip tactic. Moonlight only hopes she can keep it up...or that Miss Whispery Death will decide to listen to Phantom. -After a long pause, showing contemplation on the part of Moonlight's would be tormentor, the blade withdraws from the Decepticon's arm allowing it to trickle with fuel. "Enjoy your stay..." comes the leering whisper as the steps of the withdrawing figure are heard. It appears Phantom's rationale worked this time, lucky for Moonlight. -From the Brig, The background noise that most mechs become accustomed to after a while just went away, as the power grid to the base just went down completely. -Moonlight lets out a sigh of relief as she feels the blade exit her person. Instinctively she covers the wound with her other hand. "Ow," she mumbles softly to herself. She hears the background noise give out and shakes her head, wishing she could see in the dark. She stays perfectly still, not wanting those around her to think she is trying anything that would give them a good reason to shoot her. -From the Brig, Phantom begins to growl, turning quickly towards the door and calling out to thin air, "Rustbucket, engage backup power and reroute reserves from other bases and outposts." He heads for the door at a run, calling to the guard, "Weapon out, shoot if she moves." -Moonlight hmphs and wishes that everyone didn't think she was stupid, and that she wasn't in such an uncomfortable position when the orders to shoot her if she moves were given. She doesn't think now is one of the times she should be pushing her luck, so she remains as still as she possibly can. -Silhouette turns to the guard "Make sure that thing doesn't leave, if it does....destroy it" then the whisper is gone and apparently so is the presence. -Moonlight hmmmmmmmms. Thing. Never been called /that/ before. She would fold her arms in indignation if she thought she could do so without getting SHOT! Oh well. It's not like anyone would /care/ that she's been insulted. In fact, that was probably the point. -Moonlight is standing against a wall, in the dark, with some guard type fellow pointing a gun at her. Joy! -From the Brig, Novastar finds these settings oddly familiar to the cells back home. Weren't it for the life-or-death nature, he'd probably find it ironic. -From the Brig, Given the intermittent power, the lighting in here remains fluctuating. Whiplash draws her blade and slashes out at the guard to throw him off balance more so than to do serious damage (again, simply no time for it), calling to Novastar, "Take out the power grid in here, it's gotta control the cels!" -From the Brig, Novastar heads over to the wall, and draws his sword, prying loose the covering on the lighting panel. "Causing a short shouldn't be too hard... considering how much trouble I remember it to KEEP things running...." -From the Brig, It's a tense situation out there, with Iacon's power going out and rats EVERYWHERE, so it's only natural that someone would check on the status of the prisoner, just to be safe. And who should that unlucky mech be? Why, Nosecone. Lucky, lucky him. -Moonlight notices that the rescue team is here and that the guard is now too off balance to shoot her for moving. Having never been rescued before, she just stays put after making sure she's as comfortable as possible. -From the Brig, Nosecone knews something wasn't right the minute he ambled into the room. Summoning his rifle from subspace he peers into the gloom. "Show yaselves" he calls out, "Or I'm gonna have ta open fire." -From the Brig, Whiplash calls, "Moonlight! Come on!" She can't tell if the other femme is hurt, from where she's at, or how badly. She's just trying to encourage her to push her way out, now that the power grid is temporarily disabled. -From the Brig, Whiplash ignores Nosecone's shout, expecting to dodge a blast any moment. -Moonlight decides that now is a good time to point out, "I'm still here..." Then she hears Whiplash. "Coming. I just hope that I don't get turned into holey art while I'm moving." -From the Brig, Thunderstrike enters the room in time to hear Nosecone's decree of hospitality, he draws his weapon, and doesn't make another move, if he cant see them, he'd like to have his position be unbeknownst to them as well. -From the Brig, Silverstreak steps slowly into the brig area, optics glowing dimmed so as to allow no light to come from them. He keeps his rifle in his arms, keeping toward the darkest areas of the brig - despite the power outage. Hearing the unfamiliar voices, the young mech puts himself on-guard. -From the Brig, Novastar hears Nosecone shouting near him... and figures its a sign the other Autobots will be on their way momentarily. "No time for subtlety," he murmurs, before jamming the sword between two wires... forming a temporary bridge that never, ever, should be there... -From the Brig, Whiplash tries to keep the guard busy as the forcefield to Moonlight's cell winks out completely. She knows there's at least one other Autobot in the vicinity, but she'll have to deal with them one at a time. -From the Brig, Nosecone recognises at least two of the voices echoing from the gloom. "Slaggit" he mumbles, glancing at the other two Autobots. "Ya had your chance..." And with that he opens fire at no-one in particular, just sending a bolt into the gloom -Moonlight makes her way out of the cell, turning towards the sound of Nosecone's voice. "Sorry, I just can't afford to pay the rates here anymore. I'm afraid I have to leave." Iacon - Brig You're surrounded by walls consisting of neutronium-enhanced duranium. At best, prisoners' attempts at escape have produced a few scratches on its surface, but nothing more. A small lighting system in this chamber runs off an independent power grid, so there's no chance of using it to short out the security systems in the next room. The area is sub-divided into many cells , allowing the Autobots to hold more prisoners than they ever need keep. Better safe than sorry. Silverstreak [Robot] [A] Thunderstrike [Robot] [A] Nosecone [Robot] [A] Novastar [Robot] [D] Whiplash [Robot] [D] Obvious Exits: -E- East leads to Iacon - Sublevel 1 -C- Cell leads to Iacon - Holding Cell -Silverstreak gahs and cries out as Nosecone snaps off another shot, optics flickering momentarilly before diving to a better concealed area. He keeps to the shadows like a predator stalking its prey, determined to make whoever shot him pay - Bot or Con. -In the momentary light, Whiplash reaches for Moonlight, literally pulling the other femme forward with her as she turns to get ready to fight her way out of the room. If she's walking, she can't be hurt *that* badly, she surmises. -Thunderstrike glares as he sees the embodiement of everything he loathes standing before him. He charges at the femme snapping his whip off at her. "Now you can't leave." He adds arrogantly. -Moonlight seems generally uninjured, except for a sort of stabby looking wound on her left arm. Now she just looks relieved, though that relief is only partial. She stays behind Whiplash for the moment, she's unarmed and Whiplash isn't, which certainly puts Whiplash in a better position to fight. -Whiplash lets go of Moonlight and snaps her battle blade up with both hands, her forward momentum saving her from the whip strike by Thunderstrike. In retaliation she brings the blade slashing toward him, with the intent simply of going *through* him and getting past. -Novastar pulls his blade from the wall... backing up while holding it in a guard position. "You okay over there Moonlight?" he asks, watching the heat signatures of the Bots dancing in the irregular lighting. -Silverstreak continues to lurk in the shadows of the again darkened room, pondering just how to best get into position. Fortunately, he memorized everyone's position during the brief moment of illumination, and starts moving where he believes the Decepticons to be. -Nosecone is the archetypical Immovable Object in front of the doorway, blocking any attempts to escape.. well, hopefully anyways. As the room is fitfully illuminated by a shower of spark, he snaps off another shot, this time aimed at one of his shadowy foes.. -Moonlight nods, which isn't that helpful in the semi-gloom. "Yeah, I'm mostly fine....and really, really happy to see you guys." -Whiplash in her attempt to go through Thunderstrike is still moving, managing to swerve aside just in time from the Autobot's charge. "Stay close, Moonlight!" she snaps, continuning on toward the door - which is blocked by Nosecone. -Novastar ducks down as a laser bolt goes shooting over his head, taking out an innocent light fixture. "Let's see how you like a page from Whiplash's playbook..." Thumbing the selector a bit... Novastar sends out electricity bolts towards Nosecone. -Moonlight sticks close to Whiplash, despite the fact that it's often not safe wherever that femme is. -As Nosecone blocks the doorway to make exit harder on those trapped inside, he doesn't take into account the possibility someone might come from behind, attempting to barge in, and so a surge of electricity sails towards him, accompanied by a voice the Decepticons haven't heard in a long time if at all "CLEAR THE WAY, AUTOTRASH!"" loud over the sound of the battle. -Silverstreak's optics flare as he lunges out of the darkness, attempting to grab at the first of the Decepticons nearby his location - hoping to detain one of them long enough to stop this rescue attempt. -Drawn to the commotion, or perhaps having no place else to go, a small group of rats scurries into the area and races along the perimeter of the room, disappearing into the individual, now-open cells. -Thunderstrike grunts, still recovering from Lash's hack and slash. He draws his weapon. "I'm not through with you yet ma'am." He fires. -Nosecone stumbles backwards, reeling from a blast of electicity.. straight into ANOTHER bolt of electrical energy! The technobot's frame shakes and shudders as the surge grounds out through the floor. "rrrRRrrrRRrrzzzz" he utters, swinging wildly at the figure behind him, vocal circuits temporarily off-line. -Whiplash is still moving forward, hoping to go through or over or around Nosecone if he should falter from the twin attacks. Wait - twin attacks? Novastar is in front of him, but who's that behind him? -Moonlight feels herself get seperated from Whiplash as one of the Bots manages to get a good grip on her. -Whiplash hasn't noticed yet that her rescuee has been snagged out from behind her, assuming she's right on her heels. "Come on, Nova, we gotta run this guy down together!" she calls. -Novastar is spending a dangerous moment staring at his rifle... wondering how it shot a blast behind Nosecone, but gets shaken back to the present by the shout. "Which guy?"' -Thunderstrike staggers foward, and does something that would rate high on the stupid list. He takes the butt of his weapon and attempts to smash the femmes skull. For those scoring at whom, making Whiplash angry isn't a safe thing to do. -Sylver easily evades the strike of the jolted Technobot, sneering at him as she moves with the grace of an experienced fighter, unleashing a double fisted whack to the side of his head, hoping to make him lose balance under the sheer force of the blow with the help of his given lack of balance after being jolted with a double electricity attack "Down on your knees..." she spits at him demeaningly. -Whiplash is making straight for Nosecone, still in the doorway, the blade up and held ready. Whoever that is in the hallway, friend or foe, they will deal with when they get there. -Silverstreak blinks as he actually manages to grab ahold of Moonlight. Rather than make a sound, he brings his hand up to silence her, trying to pull the femme back into the brig area as silently as possible. -Moonlight mphlemphles. -Novastar looks towards Whiplash... notes one struggling figure holding another. "Hey, Autobot! Put her down and you'll get out of here with an intact laser core!" he warns, drawing his blade. -Whiplash is thrown off balance a little as the weapon impacts with her helmet - certainly it pauses her forward momentum, but as to how much she felt it, she does not let on. Instead her optics flash brilliantly as she swings her blade back around to her original target. "You're starting to make a pest of yourself, 'Bot! Meet the exterminator!" -Nosecone is off balance and still sizzling slightly as Sylver axe-handles him, sending him staggering backwards from the doorway He's running on automatic as he once lumbers forward and lashes out at Sylver. -Thunderstrike staggers back, running would be wise, but retreat isnt really an option in this situation. He fires his blaster again. "Con, meet my rifle." -Silverstreak glares darkly at Novastar, ending his attempts to muffle Moonlight as he summons forth his electrosaber. Holding the blade against Moonlight's neck, the young mech calls out, "Stand down and surrender and she lives." -Sylver is knocked bad, slightly jarred from the blow, not having expected to be hit from one under the effect of such a jolt "Not bad..." she remarks as a matter of factly "But it won't do you enough..." with that she thrusts her other arm towards Nosecone, revealing a small weapon held within, it releases a shot. -Whiplash is once again interrupted in her quest toward the exit, this time rather more rudely as the blast sends her slamming into the wall sideways. Oh, *now* she's really mad. She comes at Thunderstrike with the blade again, but at the last moment snakes out a foot in an attempt to kick his legs out from under him. -Moonlight makes a face. Again with the Bots and the pointy bits. "Why me?" -Speaking of pests ... unbeknownst to those who are concentrating on their own struggle, one of the turbo-rats in the nearby cell has taken offense at the activity. Its optics glow a terrible red, and it launches itself with a force almost unbelievable for a thing so small - hitting Silverstreak dead-center in the back. -Novastar looks at Moonlight... the armor over one of the arms is beraggled.. indicating SOMETHING happened to her in captivity. "i'm not sure she wants to take those chances... and I wonder how'd you do without the light..." Novastar blasts several more innocent light fixtures with his rifle before stowing it in subspace, plunging the area into intense gloom. -The lethal disruptor beam does its work well, shaking loose armor plates from Nosecone with a huge clatter and jarring his already shocked circuitry. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he once more raises his rifle. "Kkkzzzz" he emits. -Thunderstrike leaps up to avoid the kick, and gracefully moves foward in midair, right hand leading the charge. "You know how much I'm really beginning to enjoy this gratuitous violence?" -And that's it. No firing. Nosecone has momentarily locked up -Lest one would think the crazed cybernetic rodents play favorites, a second one launches itself, with equal force, and slams into Moonlight's shoulder. -Moonlight sighs. Now she has a saber to her neck, a rat flying at her shoulder, and it's all dark again. This definately won't go down in Moonlight's 'good cycle' books. -Whiplash dodges the flung fist in the sudden darkness provided by Novastar, and slashes out by instinct in retaliation. Is she going to have to get through this one to take out the one that grabbed Moonlight? She can't even see them clearly at this point. -"KrzzzzzttT" Nosecone adds unhelpfully, systems still locked up -Silverstreak gahs and drops both his blade and his grip on Moonlight as the rat slams into his form, the autobot cursing loudly. "Slaggin' rats!" He looks about for his blade, hoping to get it before Moonlight can get away. -Novastar takes this opportunity to lunge forward, "En garde!" he shouts, flourishing his blade in the best distracting manner. -Moonlight feels herself getting released and takes the chance to split. Of course, the darkness doesn't help her much, but at least she'll know she's away from pointy bit number two. She ignores the rats for now, not having time to charm them today. -Whiplash draws up short as the voice calls out, silhouetted in the faint light from the corridor, and obviously holding something captive as well. Whoever this is, she seems to be on their side. -Thunderstrike points his weapon, and hopes his aim is true. He fires at the unknown femme, hoping to save his ally. -Whiplash at the same moment uses the illumination of the shot to follow up her slash at Thunderstrike. "Lousy scrapheap!" she hisses. -Sylver is surprised as a single Autobot actually does not confer with the well known Autobot code of conduct, and rather has the audacity to endanger a comrade, and just as she's knocked back from the plasma bolt that sears into her platings, her finger is pressed on the trigger and Nosecone would need to find himself a new head soon. -Moonlight is busy trying to stay as far away from /everyone/ as possible. -Nosecone drops like a stone, a huge hole blown in the side of his head. What's surprising is that he still /has/ a head. "ZzzzzzZZTttt" he cries as his face impacts on the brig floor. -Thunderstrike rolls away from the vile Deceptifemme known as Whiplash, and dives over the cluster, mayhaps bleeding on the peoole he jumps over, attempting to tackle Sylver. "NO!!!!!" He's pissed. -Novastar is rushing forward, moving to get in between Moonlight and the Autobot, sword flashing down in the slight amounts of light to block the path... and possibly block energon flow to vital systems, depends if it hits.... -Whiplash's optics flash as Nosecone goes down. "Alright, out of here!" she calls to her companions, bolting after Thunderstrike toward the exit again. -Moonlight frowns. Poor Nosecone. But she doesn't have time to think about that as Whiplash calls for a retreat. Of course, Moonlight's not really sure /where/ they're going, so she just tries her best to follow Whiplash out. -Nosecone emits a "RrrRRrr" as he tries to push himself up and fails, slumping back down onto the floor. All he can do is weakly grab at the Decepticon's feet as they make for the exit. -Sylver groans as Thunderstrike leaps at her, knocking her further to the ground "You stupid stupid bot!" she snaps at him, moving her head aside she pulls his own head roughly to meet the floor. -Silverstreak grabs his electrosaber and brings it up to block Novastar just a moment too late, taking a strike to his shoulder. Though not much damage is caused, he is highly annoyed. In a swift motion, the young mech slices at his assailant with his electrosaber, acting wordlessly. -The gleaming electro saber is quite clear in the gloom... allowing the agile Seeker to jump out of the way of the path. "Not so eager to boast now, are you... but no time to really teach you your place, Autobot." he says, first chiding but ending in a igh. Having heard Whiplash's call, Novastar breaks for the exit. -Whiplash stumbles a little as Nosecone snags her ankle, but she doens't quite fall. She's still got that blade in her hands, and slashes downwards as she pulls away, more in a reflex of anger than in the realization that she'd be better off to just keep going. The blade slices just above Nosecone's armor, as she did not take the time to really judge the perspective. She races out into the hallway. -Thunderstrike grunts and staggers back, about ready to pass out. He pulls the trigger of his weapon, as his optics begin to flicker. "You leave over my dead body." -Moonlight scrambles after Whiplash, silently bemoaning the fact that the Bots have now caused her to lose /two/ of her hats. -Silverstreak lurches toward Novastar, optics flaring darkly. Recalling his saber, he whips out his barium rifle, putting it to a low setting and taking aim on Novastar, firing on the Decepticon mainly out of annoyance. -Nosecone tries to curse as he first quarry escapes, and he makes a final grab at unknown feet as they run by. -Novastar scoots to the right upon seeing the prostate form of Nosecone on the floor... and concentrating on avoiding hands, he doesn't even realize a laser blast went over his shoulder until he looks up again upon clearing the obstruction. -Moonlight could probably think of something witty to say, but she's too busy leaving to bother at this point. Iacon - Sublevel 1 This dimly lit area of Iacon is relatively large, though the dim lighting casts enough shadows to make the area appear small. Although several functional glow panels are visible along the walls and ceiling, most remain off, perhaps to conserve power. To one side of the corridore, there appears to be a pair of heavy blast doors, the locking mechanism and red light above the entrance designating the area beyond as a high security zone. Opposite the blast doors are a pair of significantly wider, lower security doors, beside which rest several empty hover-pallets, awaiting use for carrying cargo. At the end of the long room, almost completely shrouded in darkness, is the dim outline of an old, very wide, staircase. Obvious Exits: -W- West leads to Iacon - Brig -N- North leads to Iacon - Floor Lift -E- East leads to Iacon - Storage Room -Novastar runs down the corridor, sparing the occasioanl look behind... but more concerned with where he's going. He KNOWS where he was... -Moonlight just follows the friendly faces and hopes that no more un-friendly faces appear. -Whiplash makes her way to the lift doors, though when last she looked, there was no lift on that floor. This may have changed by now, of course. Forcing the sliding door back again, she motions hurriedly to the others. -Novastar walks backwards to the last portion of the list, ready to spray the area down with laser fire... which might stop a very full turbo-rat. -Moonlight doesn't hesitate. She really doesn't want to go home, but she sure as hell doesn't want to stay here. -Sylver comes rushing out of the hallway, her armour blackened, and some chips are cut from it, leaving her sparking as she's covered in fuel, not her own however, Thunderstrike's, her expression is that of great displeasure as she rushes after the other Decepticons, calling at them "No time to stall, you'd wanna get out of here now...." her tone, surprisingly is commanding for someone who just happened to show up. -Whiplash still doesn't know who the mysterious seeker is, but she's not about to leave her behind now. "Alright. Ghost's map was kinda incomplete. We'll have to risk the elevator shaft again." -Novastar looks to the strange Seeker for a moment, wondering why she's stating the obvious... but turns to Whiplash, "Hopefully, the Commander's held the pathway for us. ================================= Decepticon ================================= Message: 10/11 Posted Author Moonlight's return Wed Feb 26 Solar ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ***Audio Only*** "Solar reporting. Enfilade I want to be present when you question Moonlight after her return to us. I am sure you are aware that there are certain sensitive pieces of information that even you are not cleared for, and as such you would not be able to question Moonlight about them. And before you ask yes, if I could figure out a way to keep a secret from myself I would. Solar Out." ---SOLAR--- ============================================================================== ================================= Decepticon ================================= Message: 10/13 Posted Author Moonlight's Rescue Thu Feb 27 Whiplash ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (Whiplash appears, her slightly torn and dented armor nicely disguised by her black plating. She seems pleased, and smiles, showing a glint of fangs.) "I'm happy to report, the mission to rescue Moonlight was a complete success. After we'd dropped the rats into their new happy home, all we had to do was sit back and wait, and hope they destroyed something vital in the main power lines. Given how quick they multiply, and how nasty they get, it was only a matter of time. We went down into the underground - myself, Enfilade, Novastar, and that engineer - what *is* her name, anyway? - and along the way we ran into that friend of Onslaught's, Sapphire. She stuck with us most of the way, so she wouldn't pop up to the surface somewhere and alert the 'Bots. We got as close to Iacon as we could before running into the underground perimeter defenses. We camped out there until the grid went down, then cut our way in the rest of the way. (cont.) ============================================================================== ================================= Decepticon ================================= Message: 10/14 Posted Author Moonlight's Rescue 2 Thu Feb 27 Whiplash ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (Message Continues) "Novastar and I went all the way inside, and found our way to the brig area using Ghost's notes. Took out a couple of guards, managed to free Moonlight - and then got swarmed by some more 'Bots. And we had some unexpected help. Anyone remember Sylver, the Air Commander? I'd only met her once, years ago, then she disappeared - and I don't know how she found us or where she came from, but she sure arrived on the scene with good timing. Finished off at least two Autobots, Nosecone and Thunderstrike, who may or may not survive. Some nice shooting. All of us made our way back safely after that. There are still rats scurrying around Iacon, so maybe they'll chew the place to the ground. Moonlight's in med bay waiting for some repair work, checking over, and debriefing as requested. To everyone on the mission: you guys did great. We should do this more often." (Message ends with another flash of the fangs in a grin, then the screen goes dark.) ============================================================================== ================================= Decepticon ================================= Message: 10/15 Posted Author Debriefing Thu Feb 27 Enfilade ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *Enfilade appears on screen, looking somewhat battered and dirty* Congratulations team on a job well done. Moonlight does not need to be confined to the med bay once she is repaired; however, I do want her to stick around Darkmount to be available for a debriefing. Solar, if you're not available at the time, you can conduct your own debriefing later. I'd also like to arrange a debrief with Sylver--standard protocol you know after so long an absence. Good to have Moonlight /and/ Sylver back with us." *A pause.* Now what's all this slag about cadets fighting in the recruit barracks? I want a word with this Cadet Cinder--and with the mechanisms he was fighting with." She doesn't seem particularly amused, but she doesn't go into a diatribe about the difference between training and internal quarrelling, nor about how the cadets should be fighting Autobots instead of one another. How unusual. You don't suppose Enfilade ever threw a punch at a fellow cadet in her Academy days, do you? *Spinny* ==============================================================================