March 7th, 2003 ~Ghost(D), Enfilade(D), Starfire(D), Whiplash(D), Sylver(D), Cinder(D) 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. Starfire [Robot] [U] Ghost [Robot] [D] Enfilade [Robot] [D] Redline's Side Office 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 ================================= Decepticon ================================= Message: 10/21 Posted Author Scraplets Cure Fri Mar 07 Whiplash ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (Whiplash appears on screen from an undisclosed location. Her armor shows visible perforations, especially badly over the left shoulder, but the unsightly "rust" patches are gone.) "Following up on some clues about that little parasite problem we've been having, several of us made the trip to the planet of origin for these things. Enfilade ordered us released from med bay since we were already infected anyway, and wouldn't risk healthy troops - though a few others came along too. Ship's roster included Enfilade, Ghost, Moonlight, Solar, Onslaught, a small science team, myself, and the neutral Sapphire, who offered her services in repairs. And the ship herself, Starfire. Once we landed on the planet, we got swarmed by Scraplets and tried to take cover in one of the nearby canyons - but we found some parasites there too, in the form of Autobots. We were kinda too busy to deal with 'em, though. The Scraplets combined into a sort-of robot shape and attacked us that way. After several blasts, they fell apart again - which isn't a good thing. They were able to attack us as a swarm. Before they came after us, though, they hesitated at the edge of the valley - and we found out why when a geyser erupted right near the parked Autobot ship. Turns out that hot water with the powdery white stuff that was coating all the rocks, is poison for those things. They fell right off the armor and curled up and died. We brought back a sample, and Starfire says there's a supply of water on a nearby planet. I'm up for helping her harvest it, since we still got infected citizens in our territory. We all made it back mostly functional, but I *won't* mention the disgraceful trip home." ============================================================================== -Ghost is resting, facedown on one of the medtables. Shes reading a datapad linked to a console, perusing files and organizing reports. -Enfilade is exhausted, probably more from the nerves of two space flights than of the scraplets. -Starfire isn't particularly bright-opticked either, but has been repaired enough for another, shorter trip. As soon as a team can be assembled, she's going water harvesting. -Moonlight is curled up on a medtable, lying on her left side, her right side still looking rather munched up from the encounter with the scraplets. She appears to be sleeping at this point in time. -Ghost continues to read over reports, or looking to be doing so. All the while adding to her amassed collection of data covering Autobot/decepticon activity. -Enfilade stirs, rubbing her head. "Damn, it's good to be back...fraggin' tranquilizers. I barely remember...." -Starfire says, "Hi, Commander." -Ghost lifts a brow, looking over at her fellow commander. "Best you don't remember. It was.. a unique experience. One I don't think we ever need repeat again." -Enfilade looks at the ceiling, her body going limp. "Lemme guess. We hitchhiked on a space freighter? " -Moonlight hears voices, and sits up, turning to face the rest of the repair-by occupants. She gives everyone a little wave. -Ghost smirks, "Not exactly. Although the pilots of freighters have a lighter touch." -Starfire mutters, "He was doing it on purpose, to be mean." -Moonlight smiles slightly. "We're here and we're safe Enfilade. Does anything else really matter when you get down to it?" -Ghost nods to Starfire as she slowly slides around to sit up, her back composed of medpatches to cover the series of gaping places where her armoring shattered under the water's impact. "He was being an ass, Starfire. Plain and simple. But.. " her optics glitter, "I think the discomfort was well worth seeing all of them so out of sorts." -Starfire returns Moonlight's wave and siiiighs. "I was worried that the glares would punch a hole through the hull." -Moonlight holds up her hand defensively. "Hey! I behaved myself." She chuckles. The situation certainly was /interesting/. -Enfilade dims her optics and says, "OK, I don't want to know but I have to ask. how /did/ we get home?" -Ghost manages a grin, optics dimmer than usual at Moonlight before she peers at Enfilade. "Well.. As I didn't want to risk Starfire on the trip back. We.. eh..hitched a ride." -Starfire feels a bit guilty about that. A short trip, she might have managed, but there's too darned much that can go wrong with an FTL-capable ship. -Moonlight shakes her head. "And considering there was only really one other shuttle near by..." she says, leaving her words hanging. -Ghost gives a tiny shrug, wincing. "It was necessary. And with the proper use of polite words.. We managed to have a relativly safe, if slightly amusing trip home. Although we are in need of seeing that we too aid in eradicating this plague threat from Cybertron." -Enfilade mumbles, 'On what, a galactic garbage scow?" Enfilade groans. "Aw frag. Autofraggibots..." -Ghost blinks, sideways glancing at Starfire and Moonlight, "Well.. You*could* say a garbage scow,yes.. of sorts." -Moonlight folds her arms. "Well, considering the alternative of /staying/ on that planet, I have no real complaints about the ride home." -Starfire points out helpfully, "You're lucky you slept through it all. It wasn't fun." -Enfilade says, "I take it we had a truce of sorts...what kinda fun, Starfire, Bot sarcasm an' insults?" -Moonlight looks over at Starfire. "It wasn't /that/ bad." -Ghost nods, "Continuation of the cease fire.. Until we got home of course." -Starfire says succinctly, "Whiplash and Thunderstrike." -Whiplash sticks her head in the door, tentacles bristling around her and quite ready to turn around and walk out again, should there be the slightest hint of someone wanting to put her in restraints or lock her behind a forcefield - but the desire to see how everyone else is doing, brings her at least to the doorway. -Moonlight spots Whiplash in the door way. She jumps off her table, wincing slightly, and heads over to Whiplash. "Come on in," she says, before the medbay-a-phobic femme leaves again. -Ghost is seated on a table, med-patches onher back to cover the holes left by the scraplets. As Whiplash pokes herself in, she glance over, offering a faint smile. -Enfilade rolls her optics to look at Whiplash. "Starfire, I'm hallucinating again..." -Starfire says, "You shouldn't drink so much of that stuff in your flask, ma'am. O:)" -Whiplash steps cautiously just inside the doorway, shooting a venomous glance toward Redline's closed office door - then looks questioningly at Enfilade. "Hallucinating?" -Starfire waves more or less cheerfullly to Whiplash. She's not entirely up to speed, but being younger than the rest, tends to bounce back more quickly. Not that they're old foggeys or anything... -Enfilade says to Starfire, "Keep me out of space and I will, dear." She glances back at Whiplash. "Lash, I couldn't face the trip home. Got blasted on those fuel-line sedatives." -Moonlight gets a mischievious look on her face and winks to Whiplash. She moves over to the office door and pushes something moderately heavy and bulky in the way. That medic guy probably won't come out any time soon anyhow. -Ghost reaches over to shut her datapad down, unlinking it from the console. "Wish I had had a tranq gun on the trip home. Blam, go to sleep. Blam go to sleep.. " She manages a wry smirk. -Whiplash smirks faintly at Moonlight's action. "Trying to keep him in one piece?" she wonders. But again her attention is drawn to Enfilade, and her optics narrow a little. "Better that you didn't experience it," she decides, taking up a place near the door and leaning slightly against the wall, folding her arms across her chest and braiding some tentacles around them. The rest of the tendrils flicker and undulate around her. Her armor is visibly perforated and chewed, but she's obviously prefered to spend the night out in the wastelands than have the relatively simple procedure of repair done. -Enfilade says, "Lash, they won't tell me what happened beyond the shuttle ride from hell with impending death by Autobot annoyance all around." -Whiplash says, "Oh, I didn't mind the driving so much, though you would've hated it. I minded the *company.*" -Enfilade says, "Who was our company?" -Whiplash says, "Eh, you don't want to hear this. It's disgraceful." -Ghost tucks her datapad away, "Do you want all the details, commander?" she asks, lifting a brow. "We survived. A cure was found and now we have to gather materials to implicate it planetside. The trip home was hip deep in Autobot innuendoes and a distinct lack of any ability to be quiet. Makes my opinion of Ultra Magnus's theoretical leadership even less if he can't keep their vocoders shut." -Starfire says, "I was afraid they'd take us all straight to Iacon." -Moonlight turns to Ghost. "We Cons weren't all quiet either Ghost," she says mildly. -Enfilade says, "Lash, I'm the boss, I gotta hear it." Enfilade mumbles, "It's my fraggin' job.... Did you learn anythign about any of the Bots, at least? Aside from Mangus having possible difficulty problems?" -Ghost snorts, "Not with me onboard, they wouldn't." she replies softly. She then nods to Moonlight, "Considering the circumstances.. it could have been far worse. We could still be there." A pause, "Scattershot can pilot shuttles, there is an unaffiled that goes by the name of Wraith that was traveling with them. Thunderstrike continues to amaze and astound with his lack of common sense. And Magnus.." She lifts a brow, looking thoughtful, "Was oddly quiet and composed." -Whiplash was, "I *was* going to shut the loudmouth up, but apparently that wouldn't have gone over real well." The optics flash brighter for a moment, still annoyed at the whole matter. She glances at Ghost, and emphasizes, "*I'd* have left them stranded, if it was the other way around." -Enfilade nods. "Put that in the intel files an' call it breakin' even." -Starfire offers, "Swivel talks too much, though she shows signs of some common sense." -Moonlight shrugs. "He probably was comfortable in the belief that he did the 'right' thing." She nods in agreement to Starfire. "Better watch that one. She seems to be the voice of reason in their little group. Fortunately for us, no one listens to her." -Ghost glances at Whiplash.. "Giving the circumstances and who we had withus that were no longer functional. Plus other considerations such as flight capabilities for extended FTLduration, the descsion to fly back with the Autobots was made with the full understanding that you, Madame Whiplash, would be uncomfortable and even put up a fight reguarding boarding the shuttle." -Enfilade says to Whiplash, "It ain't our fault that Autobots are dumb...take a ride where you can get one." -Whiplash growls, "I just don't want 'em acting like we *owe* them something. Other than some serious medical bills." -Ghost shrugs, "Let them think they can use that against us, Whiplash. Then beat your reply into them. We owe them nothing. They caused this plague. That was our payment for suffering their idiocy." -Moonlight sighs. Whiplash's vision is strong, but one-sided nonetheless. "Well, I'd rather take help from an enemy than be dead. But that's just my preference." -Starfire makes a face but doesn't speak. If she'd been in decent repair, none of this would have been necessary. There's a little guilt, but she knows that there was just no other alternative. It's not like you would get cooties from riding in a Bot shuttle. -Enfilade laughs. "Lash, you wouldnt' pay a Bot back fairly even if you /did/ owe him somehting." -Moonlight isn't quite sure that that's complimentary... -Whiplash seems to think it's complimentary, anyway, as her tentacles slow their thrashing a little and she seems somewhat mollified. "I'd still have left 'em to rot, the other way around," she mutters. -Ghost cracks a smile. While it may or may not be complimentary, it is an accurate statement. -Starfire ponders that little bit of philosophy. If they left the Bots to rot on an earlier occasion, then they would have died on the Scraplets' homeworld, wouldn't they? -Whiplash says, "So, about that cure. Starfire, you said something about a source for the stuff?" -Starfire nods. "Frozen water in the ice rings around Planet Y. It's not even an hour's travel from here." -Moonlight sits back down on her repair table. She lies back on her side, which means she's facing away from everyone again. She pulls out a small datapad and busies herself with reading it. -Enfilade says, "Let's make an order to go retrieve that...there are a few folks in the Empire still who need it." -Ghost glances over, "It needs to be done.. Mayhaps a shuttle trip with pilot?" -Starfire shrugs. "I'm together enough to have run self-diagnostics. As long as nothing weird happens, I should be able to make it there and back. All weapons but my main cannon is offline, though." -Enfilade says to Ghost, "Do you mean the delegate kind of need ot be done, or the "we gotta do this ourselves" kinda need to be done?" -Moonlight stays curled away from everyone, apparently having lost interest in the conversation. -Ghost tries to look at her own back for a moment before looking back at Enfilade. "Probably a delegate. I don't see either of us charging into space anytime soon." -Whiplash shrugs, wincing slightly at the sensation from her torn armor, but covering it up quickly. "I'm up for it," she offers. -Enfilade almost collapses with relief. Enfilade says offhand, "What does the word "injured" mean to you, Whiplash?" Her optics sparkle teasingly. -Moonlight is rather curious to hear the answer to that one. -Ghost rubs at her shoulder, the one attached to the non responding arm. -Whiplash looks at Enfilade and replies in a tone that makes it hard to tell if she's kidding or not, "Being mostly dead." -Enfilade sighs. "As long as it's not the same as being dead, I'll call that good enough." -Starfire eyes Whiplash. "I can take some techs with me, though this isn't exactly going to be high-tech. Just going to fill my cargo hold with as big a chunk of ice that fits, then bring it back. We'll need a water-tight container for it at the launch platform for when I get back." -Ghost absently comments,"Being dead is strange." She lifts a brow then looks over, "How big of a container?" -Whiplash says, "I'll just come along for the ride, then. And you never know, might need an additional body that can handle a blade."" -Enfilade eyes Ghost uneasily.... -Moonlight doesn't say anything either way. For all anyone knows, she could be sleeipng, but she isn't. She listening, but that's about it. -Ghost glances at enfilade, "What? what did I say this time?" -Starfire eyes Whiplash again. "Haven't yet been attacked by an ice demon." To Ghost, she responds, "About a kiloton, ma'am. And it has to be fluid-tight, or it'll just flow away when it melts." -Enfilade mutters to Ghost: "Let's not ... ... being ok?" -Ghost mutters to Enfilade: "I don't ... ... the experience.. ... twice is ... ..." -Enfilade raises an optic ridge. "Twice?" -Ghost holds up 2 fingers. -Enfilade shudders. "If I was gonna die, I'd have done it in Crystal City long ago." And she can predict the exact date, too. "Now that i got that over with I might damn well live forever." -Ghost shrugs, crackling slightly. "First time wasn't planned. Secondtime was an accident..' She pauses, "Maybe it was the other way around. I'velost track." -Moonlight winces. She really doesn't like it when people start talking about death. She knows it happens, she's /seen/ it happen, but she's still not really used to the idea...and she isn't sure she /wants/ to. -Enfilade mumbles, "Ghost, you take that so much more casually than I could." She glances over at Moonlight. "Sorry. That shuttle ride's made me morbid as hell an' I give myself another day or so to get over it." -Whiplash tilts her head a little as she catches a few intriguing bits of the conversation between Ghost and Enfilade. But she figures if they wanted to tell the whole room about it, they'd speak up - and besides, she has a mission. "Ready to go, Star?" she asks. -Ghost gives another shrug, "No other way to take it." -Moonlight doesn't turn back to look at Enfilade. "Don't worry about apologizing..." -Ghost mutters to Enfilade: "... ... up ... a ... ... wondering if ... ... life ..." -Enfilade reaches out and takes Ghost's hand, wordlessly. -Starfire nods. "It won't take too long. I asked for some grappling hooks, and that'll help." -Ghost holds the hand back, giving it a squeeze. -Whiplash gives Ghost and Enfilade a last curious look, then turns and slips out the door, sidestepping past Sylver as she does so. She gives the other femme a nod of greeting in passing, and continues on. -Starfire doesn't interrupt the commanders' conversation, just nods to Whiplash again and turns towards the door. -Enfilade is lying flat out on a med table, staring at the ceiling and looking just a little bit out of it. Her wings have been repaired, though there are sitll a few fuel hookups to the delicate swing mechanisms, but her expression is on the verge of shellshock. -Ghost is seated on a medtable, holding Fils hand and harboruning a slightly distant expression. She watches Whiplasha nd Starfire depart. "Well.. Deligation... Next time I'mdelegating someone to get me a drink." -Enfilade mumbles, "I still got some of Dax's knockout juice..." -Sylver steps inside, and looks at the Decepticon within. "I trust you are all faring much better...?" -Moonlight notes that Whiplash has left, so she moves the object blocking Redline's door back to where it belongs. Then she returns to her medbed and lies down on her back, content to look at the ceiling for now. -Enfilade grumbles, "I'd take the plague back if I could have missed the vacation.' Okay, maybe not /really/, but.... -Ghost considers, then shakes her head, "No. Prolly best that we both stay alert in case of trouble." -Enfilade sighs. "I hate bein' the responsible one..." She struggles to sit up and succeeds... "Hey there Sylver. Manage not to catch the plague, did you?" -Moonlight crosses her arms against her chest. Why does it seem like no one wants to be in charge around here...? -Ghost hnngs softly, glancing over at Sylver. She gives a polite nod of her head as she shifts herself, back a mass of med-patches covering where her armoring is no longer at. She gently reaches over and pokes Enfilade, "You just hate the paperwork." an amused tone. -Sylver smirks at Enfilade "How would I? My lab is always kept in pristine condition...." -Enfilade laughs. "Nah, I hate havin' to be a role model," she teases back. Then she glances at Sylver. "The stuff's contagious, Sylver. I think, though, that you stayin' hidden in your lab was probably the safest place for ya. Good to see you out, though." She still looks like complete hell...something in the mission didn't agree with her and it wasn't just the Scraplets. -Moonlight hears the voice of the 'snob' and turns away from the sound. Great, just what she needs. Oh well, if Sylver gets too annoying, she can always retreat to her barracks room. Sure she's ugly and sore right now, but some things aren't to be endured. -Sylver crosses her arms, looking a bit insulted "Mind you, Enfilade, my lab is no hiding place...it is a place for research and development of ideas...." -Enfilade just kind of stares at Sylver... "Frag, I was kidding." Makes a note: Sylver=rabid literalist. -Ghost glances at Sylver, "Its also a place where poker nights happen admist your entertaining.. eh.. scientific concoctions too. So don't give me that line of research and development. I've been in there." she comments lightly, optics glittering with amusement. -Moonlight tries to connect the words 'entertaining' and 'Sylver' together and fails miserably, letting out a short laugh. -Enfilade says, "I could use a good game of poker....get my mind off of shuttles an' death an' all that good stuff." -Sylver blinks, apparently taken back by Ghost's careless disposal of such information, as she groans in annoyance and mutters "Only on rare occasions, Ghost, nobody has to know about an off night if I happen to take one..." obviously fearful that others may think less of her now, as she turns to look at Enfilade "Well...if you truly desire it...I'm sure Ghost and perhaps the little one there" refering to Moonlight "Could accomodate you...." -Enfilade says, "Frag, Sylver, a little recreation ain't a crime." -Cinder had been dozing on the table lightly up to this point, and its still hard to tell if he's awake and listening, or still asleep. His new rifle is resting under his left shoulder, pnined securely to the table. -Little one! She might not be tall, but Moonlight hardly thinks of herself as little. Besides, she has a name and a very pretty one too. She clenches her fists in silence, not wishing to make a scene. Somehow the ugly spots on her has lowered her confidence, and she doesn't want any confrontation now. She quivers slightly with indignation! --Sylver nods at Enfilade "Nobody said it's a crime Enfilade..." she mutters respectively "I just don't want people thinking that's all I do in my lab..." she casts a glare at Ghost while saying that, is if having expected her not to share such sensitive information "You want me to get the cards..., huh? Oh, I guess I might as well...did anyone steal them while I was away? Or can I expect them to be in the same spot...?" -Ghost cocks her head, "I put a level 3 lock onyour door Sylver. Only thing that should have changed in there was the dust." -Sylver nods "Of course, none of the new codes, right? All stuff I'm familiar with...?" she asks expectedly, while starting to move out, oh is she gonna have to be quick about it if she'll have to hack into what should be her own quarters. -Ghost lifts a brow, "One of the things you, Inertia and I had as failsafes should something happen." -Enfilade lets Ghost answer these questions. She's a relative newcomer to Darkmount. -Moonlight idly wonders why Ghost likes Sylver anyhow... -Sylver nods at Ghost and turns to leave, becoming rather nervous "Of course, I'll go get the cards..." -Moonlight listens to hear when Sylver actually leaves, not really wanting to speak up in her prescence. -Ghost nods, "We'll be here. Not as if we're going to be discharged anytime soon." -Cinder rolls over on his table, wings stretching out slowly as he starts to wake up. His optics snap open and he glances about from the table. -Sylver leaves at that, once outside, hurrying towards her quarters, not wishing to take too long. -Moonlight glances questioningly at Ghost. "What's up with her anyhow?" She nods to Cinder when she notices that he's awake. -Ghost lifts a brow, "what do you mean, whats up with her? She's just Sylver. Always been stand offish." -Moonlight arches an optic ridge as well. "Stand offish? I guess that /could/ describe her. She seems a bit snobby to me." She shrugs. "Never seen her before she helped rescue me..." -Cinder looks over and eyes Moonlight, not movoing from his facedown position, his right arm slung protectively over the rifle. -Ghost shrugs, "She's always been like that. You learn to just take it as how she is." -Moonlight sighs. She trusts Ghost's judgement, but she doubts she'll ever like Sylver. However, she lets the subject drop, and turns back to Cinder. "How're you holding up?" she asks kindly. -Ghost sits bolt upright, letting out a curse, "The containers! Gaaa.. " Sliding off of her table, she takes a look around.. "Primus be damned we need a large container on the launch platform now.." -Cinder remains very still on the table as he listens, bored. -Sylver hurries into the area. -Moonlight looks over at Ghost, slightly alarmed. "What's the trouble?" -Cinder sighs a bit, staring at the far wall, his wings lifting up and down slowly, exercising. They were weird wings... bent and hinged, able to fold and stretch and adjust their size -Sylver returns after awhile, carrying the deck of cards in her hands, optics immediately shifting to glance at Enfilade, a bit relived that she has entered a rest cycle. "I'll have to clean up a bit over there..., thanks for keeping everything in place for me, Ghost" -Ghost is off the table, pacing medical now, muttering about giant containers. -Ghost looks back, "remember Starifre and Whiplash leaving? They're on their way back with ice and we need a large..container.." She slowly turns to stare into the spa area.. "Container.. There's one in there.. Hope its empty.." she strides off, back still a mass of bandage material. -Moonlight gets up to follow Ghost, just in case she needs a hand. -Sylver just moves to stand next to Enfilade's medtable, the card deck in her hand, looking after Ghost. -Cinder finally drops his wings, with twin CLINKS against the side of the medtable. Soo... bored... Whiplash says, "We just landed back at Darkmount. Starfire's got a cargo hold full of ice and needs somewhere to put it. Where would I find something like that?" Ghost says, "trying to get the oil bath from medical, Whiplash. Need some.. eh, assistance. I know its going to be heavy." Moonlight says, "I'm right behind you Ghost." Darkmount - Regeneration Spa Through the steamy room, the smell of heated oil and wax permeates every nook and cranny. A round room, the walls hold a bench which goes around their circumference. Inground in the centre of the room is a huge heated oil pool, set up for therapeutic and regenerative uses for patients. Shelves line the walls over the benches holding rows of wax canisters. A wax heating tub stands beside the door. Ghost [Robot] [D] Obvious Exits: -N- North leads to Darkmount - Repair Bay -Ghost eyes the pool, "this.. is going to be a pain." -Moonlight nods and starts the pool to draining. "You can say that again." -Sylver steps to the spa after the two, having placed her deck of cards into her subspace pocket "So...I take it the card game is off, right?" Cinder says, "where... everyone... go?" Moonlight says, "We're just in the spa looking for a container big enough to hold the water necessary for the cure. Hang in there..." Whiplash says, "I'll be right down." -Ghost looks over her shoulder, "After we get this pool up to the launch platform." She pulls a few plugs out as well, watching it drain." -Moonlight shakes the pool a little to speed up the process. -Sylver feels oh so wonderful, the game might still be on, and not to mention there's pool dragging as well, wonderful. "Do you want my assistance?" -Ghost nods, "The more aid we get the easier this is going to be." -The last of the pool's contents /finally/ drains away. "So, what's the best way to carry this thing?" Moonlight asks. -Ghost hnngs thoughtfully, "Evidently, by hand. Have to carry it and get it up top." -Sylver moves to grab a side "Very well, we're all Decepticons here, right? Just overcome this rather silly obstacle..." -Ghost slips over to get a grip on another side. "All together now.." -Moonlight takes the side opposite to Sylver. "Time for a little heave-ho." Cinder says, "not much... else to do" -Sylver starts to strain heself as she pulls roughly on her side, not meaning to show any physical weakness, she does her best to actually aid in the pulling of this pool. -Ghost pulls and pushes as best she can, wounds aside. being of the obstinate sort, she does her best to make her efforts look easy, despite the random spark from ber back. -Moonlight puts a great deal of effort into dealing with this tub. She's straing herself, and that irriates her shoulder, but she doesn't stop. -Whiplash makes her way down from the launch platform to help if she can. -The trio of femmes, having drained the hot oil bath, are now wrestling it out. -Moonlight has no objections to menial tasks, such as lifting heavy objects. Although not overly strong, she's done a fair bit of lifting in her life. -Whiplash jumps right in and finds a spot to take hold of the tub, to add her efforts to the project. -Sylver looks aside at Whiplash as she assists them "Nice to have another set of arms..." she comments this for a greeting, before pushing onwards. -Moonlight grins at Whiplash. "Good timing." And then she waits to follow Ghost's lead. -Whiplash simply nods and puts her concentration into applying her strength. Wincing a little as her perforated left shoulder complains at the activity, she determinedly ignores it. -Ghost backs out with ginger steps, gripping her side of the pool, "Welcome along, whiplash. The ice come easy?" she asks conversationally, back emitting sparks every now and then. -Whiplash says, "We didn't run into any trouble. Though it was a colder journey than I usually like." -Ghost nods as she backs her aft into the doorway, "Well. Ice usually is cold, Mer Whiplash." she tries to joke. -Solar accidentaly walks into Ghosts aft then. Um Yah!!! -Whiplash grumbles a little, recalling a rather unwelcome experience on an ice planet some time ago. -Moonlight just keeps straining along behind Ghost. -Ghost jerks as she hits something that isnt supposed to be there. The jerk shakes her grip on the pool, "Hnnkg!" -Solar says, "Ahoy Ghost. Didn't see you there" -Whiplash tightens her grip, her optics flashing a little brighter, as she looks toward the doorway to see what the obstacle is. -Ghost vocoalizes raspily, "Nice to bump into you too Soalr. But as you can see, we're trying to get this pool out of here. Eitehr move out of the way or lend a hand. Preferably the second." -Solar shrugs "I guess. But whats the pool for?" -Moonlight doesn't wave to Solar, but she does greet him with a, "Hey Boss!" -Whiplash says, "We brought back some more scraplet cure from the outer planets. It's melting in Starfire's hold right now." -Sylver stops as the others do, muttering towards Ghost, rather ignoring Solar's presence "How about just get this little task done with?" -Solar nods and moves over to an open spot on the pool "Oh isn't this fun?" -Ghost nods, restting her grip and backing once againout of the door. "Lets get this up and moving. Can't see the melting stuff being all that comfortable." -Moonlight winks at Solar. "Of course it is. You're here now." She chuckles. 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. Ghost [Robot] [D] Cinder [Robot] [D] Redline's Side Office 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 -Ghost backs out of the regenerationspa, holding onto one of the edges of the massive pool that was in there until just recently. -Cinder is still laying facedown on his table, dozing. -Solar is helping ghost all bored like -Whiplash helps the others awkwardly maneuver the huge pool through the med bay. -Moonlight has the last 'corner' of the tub. -Ghost keeps backing her way out of medical, trying not to bump into anything. "Someone tell me if I'm about to run into a table." -Cinder lifts his head, blinking at the others, eyeing the large pool with puzzlement. "Uhmmm??: -Solar says, "What about a wall? I mean am I only supposed ta warn ya about tables or walls like the one a foot behind you?" -Moonlight tries to keep an optic out for obsticles, but she isn't very tall, so her vision is rather limited... -Ghost hnngs as she sidesteps, trying to manuver away from this wall Solar is talking about. "Yes, walls too Solar.. Smartaft." -Cinder shakes his head and lays down again. -Sylver shakes her head "Don't worry Ghost, I got you covered..." she mutters, not appreciating the nonsense, and doing a rather accurate job of warning Ghost from possible embarrassing run ins with obstacles. -Solar says, "Ok then. I'll TRY to remember that" -Ghost lifts a brow, optics glittering darkly as she pads backwards, a sparkshowercoming fromher back from the sudden twisting. "Lets just get this up top, shall we." -Solar says, "Can I ask a question then? Why ain't ya just usin an antigrav lift?" -Ghost hnngs, "Do I look like a tech, Solar?" -Moonlight is being quiet and helpful. Good for her. -Solar decides this might be a good time to just shut up. Well at least till he can think of something funnier. -Ghost reminds self to get a sense of humor as she backs out of medical. Darkmount - Launch Platform Forcibly hewn out of the side of a raised mountain, this sturdily constructed platform is large enough to accommodate several ships and still allow enough room for the arriving and departing patrols of Decepticon seekers. Crafted of solidly forged chunks of Durillium, it has been made to withstand the tests of time and battles. Around the edges of the platform are various anti-aircraft batteries and entrenched watch posts for defense drones, should anyone ever be foolish enough to attempt an attack from the air, or intrepid enough to risk approaching the Decepticon stronghold from the nearly impossible climb below. Solar [Robot] [D] Sylver [Robot] [D] Whiplash [Robot] [D] Ghost [Robot] [D] Starfire [Starship] [U] Decepticon Shuttle Obvious Exits: -U- Up leads to Sky Above Tarn -D- Down leads to Darkmount - Elevator Shaft -Whiplash helps the others maneuver the huge tub out of the crowded lift. -Starfire is still in ship mode, waiting patiently for those nice one-gallon plastic jugs... or something. -Ghost backs out of the lift, gripping one side of what seems to be.. the pool that was in the regin spa. -Moonlight comes up, struggling with the tub as well. -Sylver pushes from the back, as the group would finally get the pool out to the launchpad after all. Cinder says, "you required... assist... assti... help?" Cinder says, "hello?" Moonlight says, "We should be fine. You just rest until we can get the cure to you..." Cinder says, "Mmm... back in medbay?" -Whiplash is glad to get back out into an open space with their awkward burden. Carefully she starts easing her end down, motioning with her tentacles for the others to do the same. -Moonlight tries to let the tub down roughly in sync with Whiplash's movements...it's easier that way. Moonlight says, "Pardon?" Cinder says, "Wait... in medbay?" Moonlight says, "Yes, that would probably be best. . o O(Of course, who am I to know?)" Whiplash says, "The cure is up on the launch pad, though. If you're infected, you might want to pay a visit." Cinder says, "Infection... not detectable.. if present" Moonlight says, "I thought we were bringing it down...well, I guess it /would/ be kinda awkward." -Starfire can do nothing for now, but wait for the others to move their awkward burden to its destination: hopefully very close to her airlock. Cinder says, "others... with obvious... infection... first." -Sylver assists as much as she can "Almost there..." -Whiplash tilts the lowering tub in Starfire's direction, allowing her to roll it a little on edge in synch with the others, to bring it down practically next to her. -Moonlight stands back, easing her strained body. "Now what?" -Starfire finally opens her cargo bay airlock, producing a nice fog effect as the warmer air contacts the ice. Mist pours out of the airlock like a liquid, chilling a portion of the launch platform. Cinder says, "Will be... in bay." -Whiplash looks around for something to use, and notices the tech team that was with them on the flight has brought some shovels up from below. She grabs one and gets to work, starting to unload the frozen white stuff out of the cargo hold and into the tub that's taking up a good portion of the launch pad. -Sylver steps out, sighing, she didn't like this task at all. Moonlight says, "We'll be as quick as possible." -Moonlight shivers a little, but isn't bothered by the cold...much. She accepts a shovel without complaints and hops to work. Cinder says, "No... hurry. am patient." -Starfire isn't bothered by the cold at all. Typical of a ship, but not necessarily her cargo hold, but considering her professional, there's special shielding inside as well. Temperatures, both high and low, are tempered by this shielding. "This stuff evaporates, too, so you'll need to cover the, um, bath. Might be a better idea to bring the patients up here... Certainly a lot easier than moving the tub around." -Sylver stands to the side, and only if requested would assist with the shovelling, apparently figuring she's done enough by pushing the damn thing. Moonlight says, "That's very considerate of you." Cinder sayts nothign -Whiplash agrees, "That's for sure. We almost didn't get it up here." Moonlight says, "Change of plans Cinder. You and anyone else afflicted should come up here. The cure's a bit...heavy and awkward to carry." -Sylver grins "That cadet of yours has a well working logic circuit, Whiplash..." Cinder says, "I will come last" -Whiplash looks up from her work briefly. She's climbed up into the cargo hold and is shovelling snow outward, picking up her feet in alternating patterns in response to the temperature. "She's a good kid, I told you," she says, but smiles faintly, then gets back to shovelling. -Moonlight doesn't take a break from shovelling, and really doesn't seem to mind doing it. She knows she'll be a bit sore, but that doesn't matter. Sometimes she just likes to do something simple. -Cinder comes up very last, several minutes after the others had left. -Starfire is a chilled pinksicle. -Cinder looks around, eyeing the white stuff laying about suspicoiusly as he approaches the others, fists clenched at his sides. -Moonlight stops digging only long enough to give Cinder a cheerful wave, and then it's back to work for her. -Cinder says, "What... is all... thissssss?" -Sylver is standing at the side, watching the -others- work. Oh, and she likes it too. -Whiplash finally has helped clear out most of the slush and ice into the pool, where it slowly begins to melt. She gives Sylver a mildly reproachful look as she leaps back out of the cargo bay, but then Sylver's an Air Commander or some-such, and she supposes it can be gotten away with. She motions to the pool. "The cure," she replies to Cinder with a faintly pleased smirk. -Moonlight hopes the snob gets what's coming to her...but she's got more things to think of than /her/. Considerately she pulls out a cloth from subspace and starts wiping out some of the melty bits from the floor of the cargo-hold. See, isn't she nice? -Cinder eyes the slush in the pool and scoops out a hand, watching it drip away "What is it?" -Starfire is thinking. "We know the water kills them, but not how or why. Might be a good idea to have the technicians check it out, if they haven't already. The water can be reused, but it'll have icky dead scraplets in there and will need to be filtered afterwards." -Cinder is still holding that handfull of snow, waiting patiently. -Moonlight finishes mopping up Starfire's cargo area. "How's that?" she asks. She turns to Cinder. "That is the cure. A bit odd, but it works." -Sylver crosses her arms "I still think it's best to just not get infected with such silly plagues..." -Cinder says, "but what... Is... it?"" -Starfire has noticed what Moonlight was doing, yes. "Thank you, Moonlight. I'm resistant to rust, moreso than most people, but that much is asking for trouble." -Moonlight exits the cargo hold. "It's frozen water Cinder." -Cinder says, "Water? " he turns to focus on Moonlight "H2o?" Cinder sounds doubtful. -Whiplash gives Sylver a look. "Good idea - *if* you can manage it. I think the 'Bots b brought it into Dead End, myself." -Moonlight nods her head to Cinder. "Or that's what they told me they were off getting." She doesn't even /bother/ looking at Sylver or saying anything to her words. -Whiplash can agree with that much, certainly. She's reminded of her compromised armor, and decides she'd best head back to the Wastelands before someone makes the sensible suggestion. "Well, if that's all you need me for, I'll get back to my guard post." -Cinder says, "How does... it apply?" -Moonlight glances Whiplash's direction. "Take care Whiplash," she says with a smile. "I think you probably just rub it on yourself. We were showered with it on the planet we went to..." -Whiplash gives them all a brief wave of her tentacles, and then takes off into the sky, to drop down toward the wastelands below. -Cinder glances down to his chassis, and the finely etched patterns all over that glistened and seemed to move. He makes a grimace of distaste. "Damage?" -Moonlight blinks at Cinder. "Are you asking if it will hurt you?" -Cinder scowls a bit in irritation, and nods. -Moonlight shakes her head. "It might be a bit cold and uncomfortable, but it shouldn't /hurt/ anything." She points to the ugly patch on her shoulder that was damaged by the Scraplets. "Do you want to end up looking like this?" -Cinder says, "Has been... several days... nothing yet." -Sylver looks towards Cinder "Are you arguing, by chance, cadet...?" -Cinder tenses immediately, his entire demeanor changing. "N... no..." he states, voice growing nervous 'Merely ensuring... no damage done... to systems." -Sylver crosses her arms "Should I inform Redline you don't wish to be in top form to face your enemies...?" -Moonlight moves over to Cinder and pats him on the shoulder. "Better safe than sorry. If you want a hand, I'll give you one," she says with a wink. -Cinder moves away from Moonlights' hand quickly evading it, and states "Negative." he rasps to both of them. "Chassis is... special design... am always cautious." he explains, moving to the stairs into the tub at a slow pace. -Starfire steadies herself against a durillium wall, suddenly very, very tired. The trip wasn't all that long or difficult, but her very recent repairs hadn't had time to integrate before dashing off on a water run. Time to rest... "Thanks for the help, people. That should last us a while, and if we need more, I can go out and get more." -Moonlight sighs and shakes her head. "You really need to stop being so edgy Cinder. I'm not going to do anything to you...well, not /much/." She grins. She gives Starfire a wave. "No, thank you Starfire." -Starfire steps slowly towards the elevator, her only goal that uncomfortable bunk of hers in the Recruits' Dorm. -Cinder fans his wings a bit, and turns his head to eye Moonlight at that, a bit of a dangerous glint coming into his optics at the preceived threat. Then he quietly slips into the water with hardly a sound "How long is treatment? -Moonlight chuckles, sensing that Cinder is misinterpreting her. Well, he'll learn soon enough...or so she hopes. "Just so long as you cover yourself completely once, you should be good to go." -Cinder nods a bit as he dunks under the water, not minding the cold. THen he is quickly out again, wings flaring to flap and shed the water off once more. "There. Done." -Moonlight grins broadly. "See, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" -Cinder shakes the water off again, growling a little "Still feel it on me... " -Moonlight hands Cinder a cloth. It's slightly damp from before, but it should help a little. "Here you go. This might help a little. And lighten up. The world isn't about to end you know." -Cinder mutters to himself as he dabs at places, the fine lines still filled with water and flashing in the light of the landing pad. "Will have to be vac-dried." -Moonlight hmphs. This guy is hard nut to crack. "Well, then do it. No one is stopping you." -Cinder nods and tosses the cloth back at Moonlight, along with the slushball inside it, as he turns and walks towards the door "I will." -Moonlight deftly catches the cloth, but doesn't quite grasp the slushball, which slides off her chest and hits the floor with a soft *splat*. "Ooooo, cold," she comments, and moves to follow Cinder. -Cinder states "cold is... merely absence of heat. Is not important." -Moonlight grins. "It's still cold." -Cinder shrugs and flares his wings again, magnifacently. "Yes, it is." -Moonlight absently wipes off the rest of the slush. "Well, are we going back down, or what?" -Cinder folds his wings again, and shrugs "I am. Not knowing... if you are." -Moonlight grins and answers by walking over to the elevator and pushing the button. -Cinder stops and waits, wings folding around him like a cloak. -Moonlight waits for the elevator and then steps inside. Darkmount - Elevator Shaft You step into the reinforced lift and note immediately the large Decepticon sigil etched into the back wall as a reminder to all of where they are and why they serve the great Empire. There is a control panel near the door for selection of your desired destination. Obvious Exits: -6- leads to Darkmount - Launch Platform -5- leads to Darkmount - Security Level -4- leads to Darkmount - Medical and Science Level -3- leads to Darkmount - Barracks -2- leads to Darkmount - Command Level -1- leads to Darkmount - Tunnel -Cinder follows Moonlight "Shoulder. Is better, yes?" -Moonlight nods. "It isn't itching any more. It just needs to be fixed up a little. I'm not likely to go roaming around looking like such a mess." -Cinder nods "That good. Hardly seeable." -Moonlight smiles slightly. "Awww, isn't that nice of you. So, where to? Medbay or the barracks?" -Cinder looks away at that, shifting a bit "Uhm... Lower level. Still have to... do targetting." -Moonlight nods. "You never /did/ get to play with your new gun, did you?" -Cinder says, "I can... disssassem... dissemb... take apart... in two microseconds, and reassemble in one." -Moonlight grins and pushes the button for the basement. "Much better than what I could do."