March 9th, 2003 ~Turmoil(D), Solar(D), Sylver(D), Cinder(D) Darkmount - Barracks You step through the large and heavy door into an archaic looking cavern. The natural material of the mountain is very much in evidence here, as not much effort was put into making the army's barracks very attractive. With plasma tools and brute hydraulic power, hundreds of cubicles have been carved out in strangely organized rows throughout the room and at multiple levels. The size of the cubicle is a general indication of the rank of the owner, and you'll notice several larger rooms higher up in the cavern, almost as if they were positioned to watch over the troops below. Turmoil Obvious exits: -N- North leads to Darkmount - Elevator Shaft. -S- South leads to Darkmount - Guardhouse. -Moonlight is curled up on a couch, reading a datapad. -Turmoil walks out of his room, stretching his arms, yawning. He turns his head, his hands assisting, until there is a loud CRACK, then turns his head the other way with more pleasing results with two sharp CRACKS, then sighs in relief. -Moonlight looks up from her datapad and sees Turmoil. Smiling she waves at him. "Hey there Turmoil. I haven't seen you around for a while." -Turmoil looks over at Moonlight and grins. "I was stuck on an offplanet mission. Turned out being a wild goosechase... wasn't a big thing in the frist place anyway. Just got in late last cycle! What's been shaking?" -Moonlight sighs, putting down her datapad. "Not much...well, that's a fib. I was captured by the Bots not too long ago." -Turmoil stares at Moonlight, then wears an obvious frown. "How dare they touch a lady. You alright?" she perches his hands on his waist, then decides it looks much more macho to fold his bulky arms across his chest. "Don't need any therapy from the experience of visiting the land of the nutheads?" -Moonlight waves a hand away. "I'm fine...just a little sad." -Turmoil makes a slightly but-still-macho-and-mechly expression. "Why? Is there someone I should go blow up?" -Moonlight shakes her head. "No. It was more the response from fellow Cons upon my return that made me sad. And the absense of the one person who I thought would really sympathize." -Turmoil looks at Moonlight. "Oh? They not treating you right because you been exposed to them idiot bots?" -Moonlight looks guilty. "I...I gave away some information while I was prisoner in Iacon." -Turmoil looks at Moonlight. "Oh slag. That ain't a good thing. But if they know what info you gave away what difference can they make? Then they can do all that scheming and plan a trap or something..." shrugs. -Moonlight sighs. "It's already been dealt with. Whiplash didn't take the news so well, but I think that we've made up, if inofficially." -Turmoil shrugs. "Ah, don't make a difference to ME then what info you babble. I mean, they were probably tortuing you or playing mind games on you. Now if you walked right up to them and said 'Hi, I'm a decepticon. Did you know blah blah blah...." then there would be reason to be upset with you." -Moonlight smiles. "Thanks. That means a lot to me." She stands up and gives Turmoil a hug. -SCORE! Turmoil smiles. He likes the physical attention. And the fact he did something right for a change. His pleasure is rather obvious on his face. "Anytime, Moony!" -Moonlight smiles slightly, sadly. "Did you know that Blitzwing is gone?" -Turmoil frowns. Of course on the inside he is GRINNING. "Oh darn.... no one to monder with. Or spar with. Or make fun of." she smiles. "So where'd he go?" -Moonlight shrugs. "I don't know." She picks up the datapad and shows it to Turmoil. -Turmoil looks at Moonlight and then the datapad. "What's dis?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Blitzwing Date: Thu Feb 27 16:20:59 2003 Folder: 0 Message: 5 Status: Read Subject: (no subject) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- My dear Moonlight, I've been called away by the Empire to handle duties off planet. They've told me not to elaborate, because eerything needs to reamin secretive. How I wish you could accompany me...but it wouldn't be fair to uproot you, and this assignment will be far to dangerous. I will return for you...you will always be foremost in my lasercore. Eternally Yours, Blitz ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- -Moonlight nods, motioning for Turmoil to read it. -Turmoil makes a VERY slight gagging noise as he reads it. He then coughs, trying to hide the uncool gagging sound reading the mushy love note. "Ah.... he's gone off on Empiral business. No biggie." he says and shrugs cooly. On the inside he wishes to blow shit up. -Moonlight shrugs, taking the datapad back. "I have a feeling he's going to be gone for a long time. It was nice to have someone that had my back no matter what." She sounds a bit mopey. -Turmoil shrugs. "I'm still here..." he says in a more pathetic tone than he inttended to. -Moonlight looks levelly at Turmoil. "I know. You're a good friend Turmoil, even with your proneness to cause trouble." -Turmoil chuckles. "Heh, oh don't give me that. Blitzwing caused a good share of his own trouble too... seems your jsut attracted to trouble. Hm Moony?" -Moonlight laughs. "It would seem that way, wouldn't it Turmoil? But I find model citizens rather on the dull side." -Turmoil nods his head. "Yeah... they don't ever want to take any risks! Even risks of having a sense of humor sometimes!" -Moonlight looks more vehement than usual for her. "I hope I die before I lose my sense of humor!" -Turmoil chuckles and puts his finger under Moonlight's chin. "Naw... you would be incapable of losing YOUR sense of humor. It's one of your finer qualities!" -Moonlight looks around. "You're still young Turmoil, but haven't you seen how /miserable/ most people around here are? I'm sure they had a sense of humor once, but they sure don't now." -Turmoil shrugs. "Bah! A little light-heartedness and humor is what I think would get someone through a war. Don't worry, if you lose your sense of humor, I'll kill you myself.. JUST JOKING of course. I could never kill such a witty femme." -Moonlight grins. "Thanks." -Turmoil stretches and grins. "So other than being captured, being mistreated, and missing a big lunk head, anything else interesting happen?" -Moonlight thinks. "Well, some of us were infected with things like cyber-fleas. We've been working on Cerrius...and that's about all I can think of that has been /really/ important." -Turmoil frowns with disgust. "Cyber-fleas? Please tell me they've been exterminated!" -Moonlight nods. "It's all been taken care of. Don't worry." -Turmoil nods and shudders. "Good... I hate parasites. I hate hate hate.... HATE little tiny things that bite! Know how hard it is to shoot one when it's bititng you?" -Moonlight chuckles. "Yes, I know. Oh yeah, and until Solar says otherwise, I have to stick to Darkmount." -Turmoil frowns. "Awe that is no fun! No bars...." he frowns. "Don't worry, I probably won't be doing any aptrols or sweeps for a while, I can keep ya company." -Moonlight smiles warmly at Turmoil. "I appreciate that, but if they send out out someplace, don't disobey on my account." -Turmoil shakes his head. "alright... I'll behave." -Moonlight grabs Turmoil's arm. "And I'm holding you to it." -Turmoil looks at Moonlight. "Alright alright! I won't disobey orders on YOUR account...." -Moonlight grins. "Good." -Turmoil nods his head. "I know this is probably a stupid question to ask.... but what was it like being taken prisoner by the Autobots?" -Moonlight shrugs. "Mostly boring. If they didn't want anything from me, they mostly left me alone." -Turmoil nods his head. "I would never do well in as a prisoner. I'd probably kill myself." -Moonlight frowns deeply. "I don't think I could ever do anything. It might sound horribly naive of me to say it, but where there's life there's always the hope of change." -Turmoil shrugs. "ummmm..... right. I guess so...." -Moonlight sits back down on the couch, banishing the letter to subspace. "So, you glad to be back home?" back home?" -Turmoil nods his head. "Home? Yeah, I'm glad to be back home." -Moonlight grins. "Even though home is a grim place to be." -Turmoil nods his head. "Yeah... not really my style except for the occasional severed head lying around." -Moonlight makes a face. "That's just tacky." -Turmoil chuckles. "I was kidding you know." -Moonlight grins. "It's still tacky." -Turmoil shrugs. "ah well... I guess so. But I think Severed heads are pretty cool!" -Moonlight nods. "You're also a mech and a warrior mech at that. I think you're under contract to like them." She chuckles. -Turmoil chuckles. "I guess I am. I'm also under contract to be attractive and macho!" -Moonlight pretends to be doubtful. "Gee, I don't know about that...." Then she winks to show she is joking. -Turmoil chuckles. "So, what's in your contract? To be ever resourceful with a witty remark and drop dead gorgeous?" -Moonlight shakes her head. "Alas, no. If that was my job, I'd be a higher rank. Instead, I just smuggle and keep my audials open." -Turmoil chuckles. "And that you do...." -Moonlight leans back on the couch, making herself comfortable. "So, now that you're back, what are your plans?" -Turmoil looks at Moonlight. "Well um... I didn't think about that. Wait for the next big mission and blow stuff up? Drink? Get reven... er I mean.. um.... blah" -Moonlight chuckles, quirking an optic ridge. "You still have a thing against Swivel?" -Turmoil looks at Moonlight and nods, then shakes his head. "I guess.... sorta. Just gives me something to do. Trying to kill her has become a sort of hobbie." -Moonlight grins. "Just don't tear yourself to bits trying to get her. Remember, there's a whole faction of Autobots, don't lose sight of them." faction of Autobots, don't lose sight of them." -Turmoil nods his head. "I'd NEVER lose sight of them. All Autobots are my enemy. Enough said. Though I get curious after all this absence... perhaps a little surprise attack if I see her scurrying about might get an entertaining reaction before I pump her fuill of holes.... but meh." -Moonlight nods. "Well, I will say this. She has more common sense than most people I've met from either factions. Vent your anger on someone who deserves it." 'Like Cloak...' she mutters. -Turmoil frowns. Moonlight sticking up for the little brat? He jsut frowns and shrugs. "WHo's cloak? Did he give you grief? Want me to anihilate him?" -Moonlight nods. "Cloak is one of those shadowy guys. He's a bastard." -Turmoil crosses his arms over his chest. "I'll keep that in mind. So, what did he do?" -Moonlight frowns. "He tried to force me to abandon Blitzwing, who had been burried under a pile of rocks curtesty of Nosecone. But to make matters worse, he brought down two more piles of rocks on Blitzwing while I was trying to dig him out..." -Turmoil nods his head. "Now that is just low!" Sure, he's blown up a small femme's house and humiliated her in front of a crowd... "I'll keep my optics out for him and give him a taste of my fist!" -Moonlight smiles slightly. "Glad to see your enthusiasm." -Turmoil punches his fist into an open palm. "I'll be sure to dismantle him for irking you!" -Moonlight nods and looks around. "So, now what?" -Turmoil looks around. "I'd say let's go to the bar, but you are stuck in Darkmount. But that isn't a problem!" he says as he lounges on the couch. "Got any anicdotes? Or whatever those funny stories about yerself or someone you knoew are called...." -Moonlight chuckles softly. "You have the word right. I don't know if I really have anything funny to tell. Things have been rather grim around here lately to be truthful." She grins. "Of course, if you can convince Solar that I'd be safe with you, maybe he'd let me leave." -Turmoil looks at Moonlight. "Well... I don't see THAT happening. I don't know why, but they seem to think I'm not trustworthy with simple tasks!" -Moonlight hmmms. "Why do you think that is?" -Turmoil looks at Moonlight and leans forward. "I honestly haven't a clue." -Moonlight shrugs. "Well, considering most Decepticons are highly paranoid, it isn't /that/ surprising. What, do you think they really trust me either?" -Turmoil looks at Moonlight. "Of course not. THEY don't... and it's their loss own silliness!" -Moonlight shrugs. "It might just be because you're still young that they don't trust you." -Turmoil shrugs. "Ah, I know I'm young and foolish and all that slag blah blah blah!" -Moonlight sighs. "I'm sure you'll grow out of that eventually...most people seem to."Moonlight sighs. "I'm sure you'll grow out of that -Turmoil shrugs. "Nah... I don't care if they think they can push me around or don't trust me, I -never- want to grow up. If it means losing my charming sense of humor!" -Moonlight leans foward slightly. "Do I seem all grown up to you?" -Turmoil loks at Moonlight. "Oh... well, our mature and grown-uppish but don't deny you can be childish sometimes." -Moonlight grins. "Thanks." -Turmoil chuckles. "Anytime Moonlight! I just mean I don't wanna be grown up in 'their' perspective. I think I'm as grown up as I need be. I mean, I get to drink alcohol and blow stuff up so.... meh." -Moonlight stands up. "I hate being cooped up." -Turmoil looks at Moonlight. "I'd hate it too... remember when we had to clean all the barracks just bec... wait let's not bring that up." he grins. -Moonlight grins. "Yes, I remember." -You transmit 'So, am I still all threatened like?' to Solar. -Turmoil shrugs. "It was pretty funny... well SOME OF IT... when you looks back." -Moonlight nods contemplatively. "Yes, looking back. We all got out alive, so it was something to learn from." -Turmoil nods his head... then pauses. "Learn? What is this 'learn' you speak of?" -Solar transmits: 'Not anymore'. -Moonlight reaches over and pretends to cuff Turmoil. "You're such a clown." -You transmit '*sounds excited* So I can leave then?' to Solar. -Turmoil shrugs off her little silly 'cuff' and belts out loud laughter. "That I am! Better that than a stuck up loser who takes EVERYTHING TOO seriously!" -Solar transmits: 'yep'. -You transmit 'What made you decide it was safe?' to Solar. -Sylver steps out of her quarters, her optics landing sharply on Turmoil, the noise getting her attention. "Is there any trouble here....?" she snaps. -Solar transmits: 'No ones tried to kill ya'. -You transmit 'Except the scraplets...*she chuckles* Oh, and thanks. By the way, were you going to wait for me to ask, or were you going to tell me of this eventually?' to Solar. -Turmoil looks over at Sylver, not recognizing the femme at all. "No trouble at all. Looks like you caught me in a rare moment!" he laughs again. -Moonlight glances over to Sylver. "Trouble? Why would you think there's trouble here?" -Solar transmits: 'As an intell officer I shouldn't need ta tell ya'. -You transmit 'Oh? So we're mind readers now? I wasn't informed of this change. *she sounds playfully teasing, not full-blown sarcastic*' to Solar. playfully teasing, not full-blown sarcastic*' to Solar. -Sylver steps closer towards Moonlight and Turmoil, not looking pleased "You seem the type that would be up to no good..." -Moonlight pats Turmoil comfortingly on the shoulder, but her optics are on Sylver. "Now that's not a nice thing to say to him...he just got back last night." -Turmoil stares at Sylver, and it isn't a pleasant nor mean stare... just sort of a 'get this tightwad' sort of look. Then smile as he gets pampered by the ever patronizing Moonlight. "Trouble... heh! No beer, no weapons, no power abusing nutcases... no trouble!" -Sylver snorts "Whatever, you were making too much noise...." she then looks aside at Moonlight, granting her an arrogant look. -Moonlight blinks. "That noise was laughter. It's good for people you know." -Turmoil chuckles at Moonlight's remark. -Sylver crosses her arms and stares at Turmoil. "Yes, I do call this too much noise, see to it it doesn't repeat itself in the vicinity of my lab..." -Moonlight stands up with a slight hmphing sound. She turns to Turmoil. "Well, Solar says I can leave again, so where would you like to go?" -Turmoil looks at Moonlight, and nods. "A bar. Any bar. Just a bar. Where we CAN BE LOUD AND ROWDY!" -Sylver simply draws a mean looking rifle and nearly plants it along Turmoil's forehead, a deep scowl on her face, oh, she really meant what she said. -Moonlight arches an optic ridge and frowns. "Now, isn't that a bit hasty?" she asks, her tone less mild than would be expected. "Last I checked that sort of behavior was a big no no." -Turmoil looks at the rifle for a moment or two, then cooly turns around. "C'mon Moonlight. Let's go. Somewhere F U N. I wonder if she even knows the meaning of that word...." -You transmit 'Ummmmm...is Sylver allowed to just point her gun at other Cons' heads?' to Solar. -Sylver replaces her rifle away and nods "Last I checked, people didn't disrespect me in this manner...go have your fun..." -Solar transmits: 'Depends on whos head'. -You transmit 'Uh, Turmoil's.' to Solar. -Turmoil nods and has nothing more to say as he heads for the lift. -Moonlight glances at Sylver. Turmoil has said out loud what she's only been thinking. "It might do you some good to come with us. Some people show respect by bowing and using fancy titles. But some people show respect by treating people as a person instead of an idea." She doesn't really /want/ the femme's company, but she also figures that anyone like her must be miserable big time. -Solar transmits: 'Where is he?'. -You transmit 'With me, in the barracks. I think we'll be going to the Surge soon though.' to Solar. -Sylver looks a bit surprised at Moonlight's invitation, her optics actually widening slightly "Why would you want -me- to be with -you-....?" -Moonlight looks Sylver's face over. "Because I think you've been in that lab a bit too long. There /is/ more to life than work and war. You're positively stiff from lack of entertainment. I wouldn't wish that on anyone." -Turmoil lokos over at Moonlight surprised as well... but says nothing. He shrugs. Then says something. "Yeah... what's life worth without a few breaks?" he can't believe he's being so nice... but she IS a femme and all... -Sylver crosses her arms "Indeed, you must have your 'breaks' in life, huh?" having heard Ghst mention the wild poker and drinking nights she used to hold in her lab, she figures she must somehow like it after all. -Moonlight nods and turns to Turmoil, linking her arm through his. "Let's go then." -Turmoil smiles. Wooo... looks like he's courting her. He puts on a charming grin and offers his other arm to Sylver. -Sylver just stares at Turmoil, for some reason, she nearly seems timid at the offered hand, actually taking a step back away from Turmoil. "What's this...?" she mutters at the gesture. -Turmoil chuckles. "It's a friendly gesture. As a gentlemech, I am offering my arm so you may walk along beside me, not behind me and feel left out!" he tilts his head towards Moonlight. -Moonlight chuckles softly and pulls on Turmoil slightly, nudging him towards the exit. -Sylver narrows her optics as she looks at the offered hand, and then over at Moonlight, murmuring quietly "I...., will not feel...., left..., out..." she waits for them to leave before following, glancing very warily at Turmoil. -Turmoil is pulled by Moonlight. "Woah! Heh heh...." he chuckles and goes quickly with Moonlight towards the exit. -Sylver follows after the two, although a safe distance from Turmoil, his gesture apparently got to her somehow. The Wild Surge - Bar Dimly lit and noisy, Dead End's only bar is never lacking in patrons. While the energon isn't of the best quality, many of the chemical additives are unique to the place, and so highly prized by those who can afford them, even outside of the city. For those less affluent, the wall behind the bar still offers old, contaminated energon and various forms of crude-grade fuel as well as the more acceptable low and high grade energon, plus some interesting compounds that are better left to the imagination. Solar [Robot] [D] Obvious Exits: -O- Out leads to Dead End - North Strip -Moonlight enters the Wild Surge on Turmoil's arm. But to the keen observer, it's clear that she's leading him, not the other way around. -Turmoil struts into the Wildsurge, arm linked with Moonlight, looking around the Wild Surge, sighing with relief. Somewhere to have a break and hopefully a fun filled time.... or at least drink so much that even a crack in the wall would seem entertaining. -Solar is sitting strangely at th bar, actually behind it. He nods as the three enter the Surge "What'll it be?" -Sylver steps inside, looking quite awkwards as she looks around, despite having been on a guided tour about the locale, she moves in delay behind the other two, having walked in behind them. Looking towards Solar she nods a greeting, but makes no orders. -Moonlight waves a hand to Solar. "Hi Boss," she says with a big grin. For the moment she lets go of Turmoil's hand to walk up to the bar. "As always, I brought company." of Turmoil's hand to walk up to the bar. "As always, I brought company." -Solar says, "Good then you can pay for the drinks tonight seein as how they are your guests" -Turmoil walks up to teh bar as well and thinks about what he wants to order. "How about an Icee?" he looks at Moonlight and chuckles. Naw... guest or not... he should pay for his own drink. Or something like that. Ah... getting a free drink might be to his best interest though so he says nothing. -Solar says, "What flavor Icee" -Sylver picks on Turmoil's words, at least she now has a name of a drink should she be prompted to order something. She moves closer to the bar, looking closely at Solar. "I understand you are the current XO of Intel?" -Solar leans forward and whispers to Sylver "... cuurently ... ... ... ... ... We ... well ..." -Turmoil looks at Solar. "Whatever is the most popular of course!" -Moonlight grins at Solar. "What, do I /look/ like I'm made of credits?" -Sylver nods at Solar, not adding another comment for a while before stating "It is surprising that two could work efficently as one...you must have some chemistry..." -Solar says, "She is in charge of internal security, I handle the external" -Turmoil just sits at a stool. "Heh.. chemistry... tht's a good one." <--- mega dork. -Moonlight finally orders. "I'll have a white enerwine Solar. It /is/ my usual after all." -Sylver looks curiously at Turmoil, not understanding his comment. "A good what?" -Turmoil looks at Sylver and freezes. Is she really that clueless? "e.... heh.... heh... um... good um... choice of words?" -Solar passes over a red icee over to Turmoil "Your lucky I'm in a good mood" -Turmoil looks at Solar and chuckles. "I've been lucky all day..." he takes the drink and takes a sip for taste, grins pleased and drinks more. -Solar passes a white enerwine to the hat wearing femme. -Sylver nods slowly at Turmoil, before looking at Solar again "So how has your business been....?" apparently meaning Intel rather than this establishment. -Turmoil is soon half finished the drink then looks at Solar. "What's your cheapest but still drinkable beer?" he asks. He's planning on going fron non-alocholic slush to cheap alcoholic slush. -Moonlight sips away at her enerwine with much anticipation. "Thanks Solar."