March 5th, 2003 ~Cinder(D), Onslaught(D), Redline(D), Enfilade(D), Ghost(D), Whiplash(D) Darkmount - Tunnel This underground tunnel is still very rough, seemingly left as it was carved out, not important enough to finish off. The blast marks of the plasma torches used to dig this place are still evident all around you on the bare surfaces of the metal heart of this dark mountain. There's a walkway leading up to the lift which looks like it's been cut out by the original workers, but the smoothed over path on the floor leading towards the Arena has been worn into the mountain by the legions of past and present Decepticons who have come and continue to come test their skills in the vast proving grounds as they have done for millennia. Off towards a darkened corner, there appears to be a small crack in the wall towards the cavern of the Arena. If you examine it more closely, you'll almost feel a draft coming from the opening, but it's impossible to see where the crack may lead and if you venture in, you might get stuck. Cinder [Robot] [D] Onslaught [Robot] [D] Obvious Exits: -N- North leads to Darkmount - Elevator Shaft -S- South leads to Tunnel -E- East leads to Darkmount - Arena ================================= Decepticon ================================= Message: 10/16 Posted Author Potential Problem Mon Mar 03 Whiplash ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (Report by a MedBay Gumby tech, text only) Notice to Repair Bay personnel. Late this evening I discovered Whiplash attempting to self-medicate. That is, she had pilfered a can of armor polish and was applying it to what looked like an injury to her arm. It looked minor, but had been there long enough to have gathered some corrosion. Or perhaps it was just corrosion. I did not get a close look, because she insisted it was "nothing" and stalked back out. The polish, however, seemed to have no effect. Not wishing to take up the other medics' time with trivialities, but I dislike leaving a matter unfinished. Perhaps one of the rest of you will have better luck pinning the sentry down for a better look. (OOC: No, it's not cosmic rust, but it *is* highly contageous - so if you've had contact with 'Lash of late, or met up with any Autobots, or encountered anyone who's contacted either, you could well be exposed. @mail or page me for the gruesome details. ;) ) ============================================================================== -Cinder is just passing Onslaught on his way into the arena, carrying with him a shiny new rifle. -Moonlight is on her way /from/ the arena. She looks slightly irritable. -Cinder pauses, seeing Moonlight, and he dips his head "Problems, inside?' he rasps. -Moonlight shakes her head. "No. The problems are my own. Well, maybe not just my own, but they weren't caused by anyone in the arena." -Cinder ohs a bit. He looks back and forth uncertainlly, then states "Assistance, needed?' -Moonlight shakes her head again. "I don't think you could fix it. It's a medical thing." -Cinder ohs quietly once more. "I see... " he shifts again. "Am going... new rifle... to test." -Moonlight glances at the shiny new rifle. "Well, I was looking for Whiplash, but I'll come watch you play with your new toy." She grins. -Cinder hehs and rus the back fo his neck "Um... okay... " he hehs "Its... new issue... very nice." he turns to walk into the arena Darkmount - Arena You believed the barracks to be the largest cavern until you pass into the Decepticon Empire's training arena. The platform stretches before you for only a few more meters before dropping off into the seemingly bottomless cavern. Intensely lighted, the cavern stretches for miles and has been unaltered in appearance. It has a general diamond shape and there are numerous natural formations of rock and outcroppings, ideal for practicing both ground and aerial combat maneuvers. The bare rock of the native planetscape is mostly open space except for the huge holoprojection tower in the center of the field. Hordes of combat drones line one wall, ready for one-on-one fighting, or to take you through the rock formations in a test of skill. Above the grounds is devoted to a high-altitude aerial obstacle course that tests the skill and resolve of the Decepticons to the utmost. A small stairway and massive blast door lead to a covered area for safe observation of training exercises. Cinder [Robot] [D] Health Restorer Obvious Exits: -W- West leads to Darkmount - Tunnel -Moonlight follows Cinder into the arena, rubbing a spot on her right shoulder. -Cinder looks around, nodding as he sees the empty arena, going over to the targetting field. "Are you... okay?" -Moonlight shrugs. "Not really sure. Just this one spot on my shoulder is starting to bug me." Her hand is over the spot, so it's not very visible. -Cinder nods at Moonlight "I see." he states, then starts to set up a target, tapping away on the keys quickly. While the machine warms up he starts to check his rifle and prepare it. "You see... medic?" -"Not yet. I don't want to bother them for something so small," Moonlight admits. -Cinder nods "Aye, but stil... small wound... turn into big wound." he rasps haltingly as he starts to charge up the new rifle, which still shone with its factory polish -Moonlight frowns. "But it wasn't a wound. It just sort of appeared there." -Cinder tilts his head "What is it, then?" he asks, pausing. -Moonlight shrugs, still not moving her hand away. "Some sort of corrosion. I think Whiplash might have had something like this too. I saw her and there was some sort of report about it too." -Cinder tilts his head curiously "you AND Whiplash?" he asks. "I think... you go see doctor... may be con... conta... " he growls "Catching." -Moonlight considers this. "You think so?" -Cinder states "If you... thought you had... large bomb inside you... would you... go to command, in case it IS true? So that... nobody dies?" -Moonlight nods and sighs. "I suppose I should. No point in endangering people, is there?" -Onslaught moves silently into the arena, and leans on the entranceway, merely scanning the area and watching things carefully. -Cinder nods, and turns to head towards the medical bay, making sure Moonlight really goes. -Moonlight moves to follow Cinder, but notices that Onslaught is in the entry way. She nods her head in greeting. "Hello Onslaught." -Cinder salutes crisply as Onslaught enters. -Onslaught merely nods as he finds himself greeted, continuing to be silent as he mulls over various thoughts. -Moonlight's expression is that of an exaggerated martyr as she follows Cinder out of the arena. Darkmount - Repair Bay Much like the adjacent research lab, the equipment here is showing signs of age, but is kept in a serviceable condition. Two automated repair drones lie against the far wall, though each is obviously missing a few parts...apparently they've been salvaged for someone else's benefit. The once well-stocked parts closets now contain mostly empty shelves and bins. Several dozen repair tables of various sizes are arranged in rows in the middle of the room. AutoMedic Dartboard Serdidymus Medical Terminal Obvious Exits: -S- South leads to Darkmount - Regeneration Spa -E- East leads to Darkmount - Medical and Science Level -W- West leads to Darkmount - Cryochamber -Cinder wanders into the medical bay, glancing about quickly. "nmnnnng. Noone here." -Moonlight follows Cinder in, looking distinctly unhappy to be here. Her left arm is clutched over her right shoulder. "Well, I guess since no one is here, we can go, right?" She turns around rapidly. -Cinder sighs and states "no. Wait for medic." he rasps, quietly. He won't really stop her if she goes. He hasn't the rank to. Or the nerve. -Redline steps out of his office upon hearing voices. He grumbles quietly, knowing even in his office he simply cannot be left alone even for a moment. He looks at Cinder and the other. "What is it?" -Moonlight has never used her rank for anything, and she wouldn't react poorly to Cinder if he /did/ try to stop her. Apart from her normal flippant complaints, of course. She gives an exasperated sigh. "Okay, fine." At the appearance of the medic guy (whose name she can't recall), she turns to the sound of his voice. "Um, I've got a bit of a spot here that's been bugging me. Nothing really. But he," she points to Cinder, "thought I should have a medicky type person look at it." -Cinder shifts uncomfortably as attention is drawn to him. He rasps "Noted: Whiplash had... similar affliction. Suspicion: Catchable." -Redline glowers at Cinder. "And what were you thinking being around her if you suspected it is a catchable problem?" He turns to Moonlight and points to one of the medtables. "You, there." He points to another one and looks at Cinder. "Same goes for you." -Cinder rasps shakily as he moves to a table "Had already... been in contact... when affliction noticed. " he sits obediently on the medtable. "Had to ensure... successful trip to medbay." -Moonlight doesn't have the same problem with medics that most others do, but she doesn't necessarily like being bossed around either. "Oki doki," she says flippantly, moving over to the medtable and sitting on it. the medtable and sitting on it. -Redline opens a panel on his forearm and activates forcefields around both medtables. "Until further notice, you are both confined to quarantine. And I will make sure that Whiplash will join you shortly. I will need time to run tests to find out what exactly this problem is." -Cinder glances back and forth at the forcefield nervously, nodding as his wings flick in anxiety about something. "Yessir." -Moonlight frowns and rubs away at the corroded spot again. Stupid ugly spot. Moonlight is rather vain. "Any idea what it is?" she asks, hoping that the medic can tell her /something/ encouraging. -Redline moves over to a console at the far side of the room. He pushes a few buttons and a beam scans over both Moonlight and Cinder. "It looks like some kind of virus or something similar. I do not know everything at this particular point in time." He sets the machine to do constant scans of Moonlight and Cinder to watch their progress. -Cinder watches Redline from inside his forcefield, wings flicking constantly "Uhm... Forcefield... enlarge slightly?" he asks hopefully. -Moonlight isn't at all clausterphobic, but by Cinder's request, she's guessing the mech is. She glances over at him with a half-apologetic, sumpathetic look and she shrugs her shoulders. -Redline taps another button on the panel on his arm and the forcefield enlarges a bit. "I only hope that the three of you are the only ones I have to worry about otherwise I simply will not have enough room for quarrantine." -Cinder relaxes a little bit, nodding. "Affirm- Yes." he merely states, putting his new rifle down beside him. He had carried it from the arena. -Moonlight tries to think if she's come in close contact with anyone recently. "You might want to see if Onslaught's okay...I think he's the only one I might have come in semi-close contact with." She makes herself comfy on her medbed, believing she's going to be here for some time. -Redline nods his head as he hears about Onslaught. He pushes another button on the panel on his arm and broadcasts over the Decepticon Broadband frequency. Redline says, "Onslaught, I want to see you in medical bay as soon as possible." Onslaught says, "What is this regarding, Redline?" Redline says, "It has been brought to my attention that you were in contact with unit Moonlight. Unit Moonlight seems to have some form of virus that is catchable." Onslaught says, "You were misinformed. I was not in contact with Moonlight this cycle..." Enfilade says, "What's this about plague, Redline?" Redline says, "It has been brought to my attention that certain members of the Decepticon community have contracted some form of plague." Onslaught says, "Hmm....a shame. I hope they've been quarantined..." Redline says, "Currently two units suspected to have the virus are contained, one has not. I hope you will help me by having Whiplash report to medical bay on the double." Ghost says, "Do you have a listing of possible contaminated members, Redline? And a possible vector?" Redline says, "Currently two units suspected to have the virus are contained, one has not. I hope you will help me by having Whiplash report to medical bay on the double." Enfilade says, "Stand by." Onslaught says, "Have you tried contacting her? Oh well, this IS broadband...in that case, unit Whiplash is hereby ORDERED to report to the repair bay for inspection by medtech Redline." Redline says, "Do not approach her if at all possible." Whiplash says, "Dammit, you want me to fix the slashmark in the wall, I can see that it gets done. But if Redline gets anywhere near me, that slash mark'll look like a decoration." Onslaught says, "He won't get near you per se. Just get into medical, now." Onslaught says, "My apologies, where are my manners...if you would PLEASE report to medical now Whiplash...that'd be /appreciated/." Whiplash says, "Yeah, yeah - but if he touches me, he'll be missing an arm." Onslaught says, "Fair enough...I can endorse that action..." Redline says, "I have less intention of touching you than any other mech." Whiplash says, "And none of those dirty tricks either." Onslaught says, "Me? Dirty tricks? I feel insulted..." Whiplash says, "Not *you*, Onslaught. You know what I mean." Moonlight pipes up. "What /do/ you mean?" Onslaught says, "Whiplash...just get down to the repair bay." -Whiplash stalks into the repair bay, her tentacles bristling around her and her optics glowing a steady burning violet. Her defensive manner at first glance might detract from her appearance - but in fact the "rusty" patch that started out as a small spot on her wrist, has spread across her entire left arm, and is now mirrored by "rusty" sections on several tentacles and on her right side. What was once a smooth discoloration, is now very rough in texture. -Redline looks up from his console and notices Whiplash just as she enters. Staying a fair distance from her he points at at the medtable. "You're next on the list to be quarantined, Whiplash. And I want a list of all the mechs you have come in contact with since acquiring the virus." -Moonlight nods to Whiplash in greeting, but it's hardly the same greeting she would have given /before/ the Iacon incident. Her right shoulder is covered with the same, ugly, corrosive spots that Whiplash has, but she's otherwise untouched...for now. -Whiplash glares. "What *are* you talking about?" No, she's certainly not ignorant of the fact that something's not right, but she distrusts med bay even more. "All it needs is some polish," she suggests. -Whiplash barely notices Moonlight at the moment, so intent is she at being indignant at being ordered into medbay for what she still insists is "nothing." -Redline glares harshly at Whiplash. "The harder you make this, the worse it's going to be for both of us. And I have a report that you already tried polish and that it failed to work. Now you can get on the medtable or not but I can assure you, you are not exiting medbay while I still function." -Whiplash bares her serrated fangs in a rumbling growl. "That could be arranged," she snarls, though she does in fact make her way to the med table, seeing as she's under direct orders to do so. Doesn't mean she's happy about it. She transforms, with a faint scraping sound, to her alt mode which is not *quite* so affected, though there are still discolored patches on the limbs and tentacles. In this mode she leaps up onto the indicated table and takes up a crouching position, glowering at Redline. -Moonlight glances over at Cinder, "Sorry about this." -Cinder shrugs at Moonlight "Better here, alive... thatn somewhere, dead and... catching." -Redline raises yet another forcefield around Whiplash as she sits on the table. "Now, who all have you been in contact with since contracting this plague?" -Moonlight nods. "Good point. But I should have thought about it and came to the same conclusion you did. That way it would just be me and 'Lash stuck in here." -Cinder, bored, puts his rifle in front of him and removes the energy charge, making it as dangerous as a metal club. He starts to dissassemble the rifle and clean it while sitting on the medtable. -Whiplash jolts immediately to her feet, optics blazing in fury, as her tentacle tips touch the outer edge of the forcefield, beyond which she cannot go. Rather than answering, she gives an angry snarl that rises in pitch until it reaches the level of an outraghed, animalistic shriek. The tentacles thrash around her at a blurring pace. Having no further information on her condition, she only things she's been tricked. -Cinder jerks his head up, and eyes Whiplash warioly at that. "Forcefield... very strong, yes?" he asks Redline nervously. -Moonlight looks at Whiplash and actually feels sorry for her for once. Idly she wonders where her extreme dislike of repair bay stems from. Even more idly she wonders if her alternate form was bestial, if she would be so instinct driven as well. As always, Whiplash is someone that Moonlight has never fully understood. She has liked and admired and even despised her at times, but she's never understood the Medusasaur. -Redline nods his head. "Yes it's quite strong. I've had to deal with Whiplash before." He taps a button on his arm panel and soon Whiplash is bombarded with tranquilizers that make her loopy and unable to focus enough on escaping from medical bay. -The tentacles gradually slow their thrashing as Whiplash's blazing-violet optics flicker and dim a little. Slowly, slowly, she sinks back into a crouch, her head lowering itself to her forepaws ... though she keeps up a low and periodic rumbling growl. Redline says, "Who all has been in contact with units Moonlight, Whiplash, and Cinder very recently?" Enfilade says, "I have not been in contact with Moonlight for a few days and the others, longer." -Cinder looks at Redline "Query: how long is recently?" -Moonlight nods. "And when you say contact, do you actually /mean/ contact, or just get close to?" -Whiplash continues a semi-steady rumbling growl. She's seldom in physical contact with anyone, unless she's ripping them limb from limb, but somehow she picked up this bug. Were she of an approachable mind, she might even be able to say when she first noticed the symptoms.... -Cinder looks at Moonlight "Query: Other mech from ... fight.. here... name?" he asks. -Moonlight blinks her optics, not really knowing what Cinder's talking about. "Which mech? Which fight?" -Cinder points to where the hole in the wall was wordlessly "You, Whiplash... and?" -Moonlight thinks. Oh yes, Solar. He didn't do much to help that time. "Ohhhh, you mean Solar?" -Cinder nods "Yes. That one. Perhaps Call him too?" -Moonlight turns to that medic. She should get his name sometime. "You might want to get Solar in here too, just in case." Redline says, "Commander Enfilade, if you happen to run across Solar have him report to medical bay as well." -Cinder blinks a bit, straightening "Enfilade... encountered her... three cycles ago..." he glances to Moonlight "Right before move. Perhaps her too?" Enfilade says, "Roger that." -Moonlight considers it for a moment. "Maybe not. If he got it from me, and I got it from Whiplash /after/ the move, then she might not have it." She shakes her head. "But I don't know." -Cinder says, "But Where... it come... before Whiplash?" -Moonlight glances over at Whiplash. "I don't know. She doesn't really look like she's in a condition to answer though." -Whiplash's growls increase in volume just slightly for a moment, then recede to background noise. -Cinder looks over at Whiplash again nervously, nodding. "Yes." -Moonlight sighs. "Whiplash," she says softly, not sure /how/ much medication that medic pumped into her. Certainly she hasn't been getting along with Whiplash lately, but she also knows that Whiplash has this thing against medics...and /someone/ should try to get some information from her. -Again the volume of the growling rises into something momentarily more high-pitched, as the MedusaSaur shifts her head to the side a little in the direction of the spoken name. The optics flicker unsteadily, as though she were in an ongoing struggle against the sedative. -Cinder is continuing to dissassemble his rifle into peices, doing so smoothly and easily. the parts shone with factory newness -Moonlight sits up and faces Whiplash's direction. "Do you know when and where you first noticed this horrible splotchy stuff?" -Redline heads off to his office as he looks over the information that he has gleamed from Moonlight. He also goes to cross-reference the information against any possible other sources that there may be. -Cinder sighs a bit as he continues to work happily, -Whiplash ceases growling long enough to bare a glint of white fangs, but then narrows her optics a little as though actually grappling with the question. "After ... Dead End City," she growls finally. -Moonlight blinks. "The tour?" -Whiplash makes a motion of her head that might be a nod. -Cinder listens idly as he works. -Moonlight falls into a moment of silent contemplation. She wonders if this came from the Autobots...or if another source is to blame. And if so, could Phantom have taken it back to Iacon with him..."Any idea what started it?" she asks finally. -Whiplash's tentacles slither about on the table surface and draw themselves up briefly in a shrugging motion. She swings her head sideways again as though seeking the momentum to hurl herself off the table, but she barely moves forward ... ending up lowering her head to her forepaws again, fixing a baleful gaze on the door to Redline's office. -Cinder looks up, watching the two femmes a moment, a look of... wistfulness? on his face. Odd. He glances back down and starts to reassemble the rifle. -Moonlight sighs. "If you didn't fight so much, he wouldn't have to tranq you so much..." -Whiplash gives a hiss at that, the unsteadily flickering optics blazing brilliant and steady for a moment before darkening again. -Cinder looks up again at the hiss, looking at Whiplash warily. Finally he stammers "Its... for own good.." -Moonlight shakes her head. "I'm sorry, but it's true. I think you do more damage to yourself and the faction by fussing so much about it." -Whiplash digs her claws into the surface under her and forces herself to her feet, swaying precariously. The optics once again flash a brilliant violet. "Maybe *you* don't mind being accosted by someone you barely know, when they force themselves into a position of power over you," she hisses, surprisingly coherrently. "*I* mind. And when I get my fangs into Redline, he'll know exactly how that feels!" The burst of coherrence past, she collapses back down into a lopsided crouch on the table, the tentacles twitching and shuddering in their agitation. -Cinder watches this, and looks at Moonlight worriedly. -Moonlight winces slightly. "Sorry Whiplash. I shouldn't rub it in like that. But I think your view on medics is a bit skewed and rather unfair. They're only trying to do their jobs. How would you like it if someone came along and started interfering with your sentry work?" She sighs. "Besides, I figured getting you angry was the only way to sort of make you quasi-coherrant. That medic guy should have realized that we can't get to the bottom of this if you're in la la land." -Whiplash hisses, "Never asked them ... to do the job. Don't touch me ... without warning. Bite their hands off all the way to the shoulder..." -Cinder says, "So you... would rather die... of wounds... or infect... others?" -Moonlight is beginning to think that Whiplash is the most stubborn person on the face of Cybertron. "Can you fix yourself Whiplash?" -Whiplash snarls through bared teeth, "Is is too much to expect ... some amount of warning before being manhandled?!" Again she lurches partway up as though to throw herself at the field, but fortunately only gets halfway there before dropping back down. She glares at the other inhabitants of the room venomously. -Moonlight rubs her forehead. "Maybe I'm going about this the wrong way. It's obvious that if you're injured you'll need help. How would you feel comfortable getting help from the medics?" -Whiplash might not be so free with her suggestions if she weren't under the influence of the sedative. As it is, she's clearly aggravated by the subject, but she does reply, "Not too much to expect if they *warn* you about what they're about to do. *Ask* if they can touch. Instead of lording over their power with all their dirty tricks." Restraints, presumably. -Moonlight sighs...and wonders if telling the medics that would help any. Probably not, but she'll try it sometime. I mean, it can't be good to feel like your privacy is violated by the people who are supposed to be helping. "Well, if you're even unconscious, it's kinda hard to ask permission." -Whiplash mutters, "They put you at a disadvantage. Not at your fighting best, and they think they can treat you any old way." The head snaps up again, flinging side to side as though trying to shake off the effects. She settles again. "If I'm unconscious I don't care. But I'll be damned if I let them trap me like this again." -Moonlight frowns. This isn't good. There's got to be some way to create trust between Whiplash and the medics...or things could get really nasty. But that can wait until these annoying splotches are dealth with. Moonligh scratches at the unsightly mark covering her shoulder. "I know you're uncomfortable, but we've got to figure this out," she says. -Cinder shakes his head and finishes putting the gun back together. He hefts it, aiming at a distant unseen target for a moment, starting to adjust the sights. -Whiplash grumbles, "What's to figure out?" -Moonlight points to the splotch on her own shoulder, then to Whiplash's splotches. "Where you picked that up from." -Whiplash grumbles, "I told you. Noticed it the first time after that stint in Dead End." -Moonlight nods. "I know that, but can you think of anything you did differently, anywhere you went out of the ordinary?" -Whiplash's decidedly surly manner brightens just briefly. "Blew that loudmouth 'Bot away with Ghost's gun mode. I oughtta find a weapon like that." -Moonlight smiles slightly...at least Whiplash is feeling a /little/ better. "Can you think of anything else? Did you get near enough to any Bots that if they had a sickness you could catch it?" -Whiplash scowls again. "That scrapheap Phantom got a guided tour of the Light Deal. I stuck close to make sure he didn't take anything." -Moonlight hmmmmmms. "Do you think he's capable of starting something like this?" -Whiplash says, "Is he smart enough? No. Would he do it if he could? Certainly. *You* should know that." -Moonlight sighs. "That wasn't the point I was questioning. Do the Bots have access to that sort of technology, and would there be someone behind him to mastermind the plan?" Okay, Moonlight doesn't actually belive it, but there's no point in arguing with Whiplash over the matter. -Whiplash snarls rather uncharitably, "What do I know about 'Bot technology? I just kill 'em." -Moonlight screams internally. It's like talking to a wall. "You've been a member of the Empire much longer than I have. You've heard more, experienced more." -Whiplash hisses, "Hey, I'm just a sentry! What about all that fancy Intel info that you're supposed to have access to?" -Cinder growls a bit himself at this argument, but doesn't get up the nerve to complain. -Moonlight smiles slightly. "I might have access to intel information, but my skills with gadgets and science are somewhat lacking. Besides, experience is worth more than knowledge in my opinion." -Whiplash says, "Look, I told you. How would I know what the 'Bots can and can't pull off? *Would* they, if they could? You better believe it." -Moonlight realizes this is going nowhere. "Okay. Let's just say that for now we can't dismiss the possibility that this might be an Autobot plot." -With a loud CACLIK Cinder drops his rifle, swinging it easily with a practiced motion to its proper place. -Moonlight glances back over at Cinder, reminded of his prescence by the sound of his rifle. "What do you think of this whole thing?" -Cinder blinks and glances over "Uhm... is serious... regardless... of fault." Cinder glances away afterwards, head looking twardes the ground. -Moonlight flinches slightly at Cinder's words. "I wasn't trying to place blame Cinder. I'm only trying to figure out where it came from so the medic types know where to look for a solution." -Cinder glances back and rasps "Its not THAT. Its... nothing." -Moonlight smiles slightly, though still a bit sadly. "I've very rarely encountered 'nothing'. If you have something to say, don't be afraid to say it. To me at least. I can't speak for the rest of the Decepticons." -Cinder shrugs again as he lies back on his table, staring at the ceiling. HIs wings spread out to either side, draping almost to the floor beneath him "No... thanks... am fine." -Moonlight chuckles. "It's your call. I'm not going to force you to say anything. Not like I'm in a position to with this field up." -Cinder glances over to Moonlight, sharply at this, his optics flickering a moment. THen he returns his gaze to the ceilng. -Moonlight turns away from Whiplash and Cinder to lie down again. She gets herself comfortable and closes her optics. "I hope the medics figure this thing out fast..." -Whiplash either has nothing further to add, or simply refuses to. Or so one might think ... though if one actually were to look in her direction, the reason for her silence, not even a soft rumble of growling, would be come quite clear: the determined struggle against the sedative has finally exhausted her, and she's curled up on the tabletop asleep. -Cinder states in agreement "Yes. Soon. Best." -Moonlight is not an overly private person, so a stay in the medbay isn't really disturbing to her. But she's also fond of her freedom, so being stuck here is a bit of a damper. "I couldn't agree with you more." -Cinder sighs "So much... for practice." -Moonlight opens a single optic. "Again, I'm sorry about that." -Cinder says, "Not... your fault. My idea... come here... yes?" -Moonlight chuckles. "True, but it's still not fair that you're being confined because you were concerned for my well being." -Cinder says, "Am concerned... for mine too." Cinder seems to shift uncomfortably at mention of being concerned for her. A bit shy, perhaps? -Moonlight nods and closes her optic again. "Might as well get some rest if you can. It will make the time go by faster." -Cinder shrugs. "Maybe." -Moonlight just says, "Mmmmmmm-hmmmmmm," as she becomes very rested and then nods off soon afterwards. ================================= Decepticon ================================= Message: 10/20 Posted Author Containment Thu Mar 06 Redline ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <* The spinning Decepticon emblem fades from the screen and Redline's grim visage appears on the screen. *> Earlier this day unit Moonlight was brought into medbay for examination by unit Cinder. Cinder informed me that Moonlight was suffering from some weird irritation. Upon hearing that Moonlight had been in contact with unit Whiplash, I promptly had Moonlight and Cinder put under quarantine until such time as I could find out what I could. After some delving into my medical database, I found mention of this problem mentioned under the name 'scraplets'. After such information was obtained, I put in a request for Whiplash to be sent to medical bay. Whiplash seems to be the furthest along so far and from what I gathered, she was infected sometime before a move. I formally request command to have every unit that has been in contact with Moonlight, Whiplash, or Cinder to be sent to medical bay for examination and/or quarantine immediately. The sooner we can get this contained, the better. Redline out. <* Redline's visage is soon replaced by the spinning Decepticon Emblem. *> ==============================================================================