March 15th, 2003
~Swindle(D), Solar(D), Sylver(D), Whiplash(D)

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.


Swindle [Robot] [D]

Obvious Exits:
 -O- Out leads to Dead End - North Strip

-Swindle is sitting in a booth off to the side with a bottle of energon in one hand and a blaster in the other. He lazily waves the blaster around while he tries to get his point across to the mech he is speaking with, "Ok here is the plan: we get a glad, sneak up late at night and grab the avaitor when they aint looking. We'll be in credits in no time." He gives his mischvious grin, "Oh course I would get my percentage for thinking of the plan." The other mech hmmphs and scowls at Swindle.
-Moonlight meanders into the bar, her usual non-slinking way.
-The mech at the table with Swindle reachs for his side arm while glaring at Swindle. In a blur of movement Swindle has his gun aimed into the face of the mech, "Now now now lets try and keep this civilized shall we?" He motions his head to the door, "Get out and don't come back until you have the parts I need to finish your project." He notices Moonlight, "Ahh Moonie just the femme I was looking for."
-Moonlight glances at the mech, but pays him no mind, not being a Decepticon as far as she can tell or a friend. She walks right up to Swindle with a grin. "Looking for me eh?"
-Swindle gives Moonlight a wink, "Of course, it's your turn to pay for drinks." He watches the mech leave to make sure he actuly leaves and doesn't try anything funny, "Well that and we still need to discuss a little job I'm sure your overly qualified for."
-Moonlight seats herself at Swindle's table, arching an optic ridge. "Oh? Sounds interesting."
-Swindle nods, "Buisness before pleasure Moonie always been my motto. Now be a good girl and go get us a bottle this one is getting a little low and I'm getting tired of the taste."
-Moonlight shakes her head slowly. "I don't mind the patronization Swindle, but be a bit truthful if you /must/ patronize at all. I am /not/ a good girl. I /am/ however fond of both drink and business, so I won't mind running the little errand for you." She stands back up and heads for the bar.
-Swindle watches Moonlight head towards the bar with an appreciatve look in his optics, "We're a little saucy today, aren't we?" he asks with a grin. He leans back in the booth and finishes off the last of the bottle which he leaves on the table as a kind of small trophey. "Get the good stuff mind you, none of that cruddy downgrade junk this place used to sell."
<Decepticon> Solar says, "Solar and Sylver returning to base. Mission successful"
<Decepticon> Moonlight says, "There /was/ a mission?"
<Decepticon> Solar says, "There is /always/ a mission"
<Decepticon> Moonlight says, "Is that just more of your talk Solar?"
<Decepticon> Swindle says, "Isn't that all he ever does?"
<Decepticon> Solar says, "Sylver lets head right to the Surge. Drinks tonight are on Swindle"
-Moonlight finds the 'good' stuff and returns with it, obviously taking her sweet time with it. When she finally gets there, she leisurely drops back into her seat, gently setting the bottle on the table.
<Decepticon> Sylver says, "Thank you for the gracious invitation, Solar, however, I have a report to make and some research to tend to...I will gladly join you another time..."
-Swindle grins as Moonlight saunters back with the bottle, "There's my girl." He looks around for a second glass and then looks at Moonlight with a questioning glance, "You did remember to bring yourself a glass right? Unless of course you want to use Underbreak's glass." He nods his head to the door most likely indicating the mech that just left.
-Solar comes in and walks straight over behind the bar.
-Moonlight shrugs, pulls out a rag, and cleans out the inside of the glass left behind. She's not too picky after all. "So, what was it you wanted to talk about?" she asks, leaning forward with interest.
-Swindle shakes his head, "Now is most definitly not the time nor the place to discuss that matter." He pours some of the energon into his glass and then fills Moonlight's recently cleaned glass. Swindle glances up when he hears the door open and sees that it is Solar, "Yes let's get back to buisness shall we." And he takes a drink from his glass.
-Moonlight blinks and shakes her head. "I would like to see /your/ version of the galactic dictionary."
-Solar says, "And what business do ya want ta talk about? I haven't blown anything up in oh 10 micros."
-Swindle grins to Solar and Moonlight, "The buisness of having fun of course. All work and no play and all that jazz." He tilts his head, "Blow stuff up? I could have sworn you were in the spy game not the demoltions squad." He chuckles at his own joke even before he tells it, "Let me guess you're a long lost relative of Rumble right?"
-Solar says, "Rumble shakes things to pieces. Explosives work better"
-Moonlight glances back at Solar, her expression mock worry. "That long eh? Are you sure you're okay? Maybe you've caught a virus. Maybe you should go lie down." Without looking back at Swindle, she chuckles. "I like your philosophy."
-Swindle winks at Moonlight's back in response to her comment. He looks back at Solar and asks, "Ok now I'm curious what did you try and blow up this time?"
-Solar grabs a drink from underneath the bar and says simply "Swivel." before he takes a drink.
-Moonlight pouts a little, Solar is so hard to amuse. "Swivel? Any particular reason, or just the standard one?"
-Solar says, "She told me no."
-Swindle looks a little lost, "Who is Swivel, Some mech who owes ya money or something?" He takes a drink and ponders a few clicks, "Oh I know.  Wasn't he the guy that owned that club on moncus with the weird moving floor?"
-Moonlight blinks. "You blew her up for saying no?"
-Swindle chuckles, "So some femme turns ya down and ya blow her up? Kinda hard to get a date if ya keep blowing them up."
-Solar says, "Swivel is an Autobot femme with unusually large headlights, personally I think she's had em altered. She told me somethin I didn't like so I shot her....twice."
-Moonlight laughs and turns to Swindle. "I don't think Solar's /that/ interested in dates. Or at least, not from what /I've/ seen." She grins broadly.
-Swindle winks at Moonie, "Well ol Captin stick in the ashpalt needs his optics checked if didn't notice what fine quality employees he has." He gives her a sly grin, "Trust me I don't have that problem." He looks back to Solar, "And what's wrong with Big headlights bigger they are the brighter they are I always say."
-Solar says, "Ain't nothin wrong with big headlights, the only problem with these is that they're in the wrong faction. To say I haven't looked would be incorrect though."
-Whiplash skulks into the Wild Surge, keeping close to the ground in MedusaSaur mode and slipping into the shadows under the nearest table as she comes in.
-Moonlight winks at Solar. "So, how much looking before we get to arrest you?"
-Solar says, "The second I forget to blow em up."
-Moonlight nods. "Okay, but I'm holding you to that Solar."
-Swindle starts to wonder, "Anybody have a image of this femme?" He pauses and confesses, "I'm getting kinda curious about how big these headlights are." He takes a sip of his glass and says, "You know from a clearly neutral hardware standpoint."
-Solar hands over a datapad with the required information "Thats her." Without turnuing torwards the door he calls out "Ahoy Lash"
-Whiplash rumbles a soft growl from underneath the table closest to the door. Casting a surreptitious glance around the bar, she notes no one there that she necessarily wants to avoid, and so melts out of the shadows into plainer view. Interesting to see Swindle around again, now there's someone who hasn't been around in a while - but he's not the one she really wants to talk to.
-Moonlight waves to Whiplash cheerfully. This is one femme who doesn't know what a grudge /is/ most of the time, which may be an unhealthy attitude during war. "So, how badly /did/ you blast her Solar?" she asks.
-Solar says, "She took a torpedo at short range, and before that I carpet bombed her"
-Whiplash gives another look around before transforming and joining the others at the table. Having missed the start of the conversation, she wonders, "So who is it we're killing?"
-Swindle lets out a low whistle of apprection, "Nice." He glances over at Solar, "And of course you have these for a purly reconicese reason." He hears a familiar voice and turns to see Whiplash, "Eh, Hello Whiplash fancy see you in this part of the world."
-Whiplash flickers a glance at Swindle. "Yeah, I could say the same thing."
-Moonlight leans back in her seat, folding her hands behind her head, gibing everyone a good look at the optics under her hat. "So, how are you this cycle Whiplash?"
-Swindle grins slyly at Lash, "You could at that. Just taking care of some buisness is all." He motions his head to one of the empty seats, "Take a load off and have some of this wonderful energon. For old time's sake" He gives her a wink and gets ready to dodge.
-Whiplash gives Swindle a glare, makes herself comfortable across the table from him, and replies to Moonlight, "Just fine. Got some plans of my own in the works." She does not, however, partake of the energon at the moment.
-Solar says, "You better tread lightly around her Swindle. I don't think she's fully forgiven you for the time you hired the bounty hunter to kill her cause you wanted to bet on the outcome. As I remember it I won that pool."
-Moonlight chuckles slightly, never hearing /that/ story.
-Oh, now *there's* a subject that probably should have been let lie. Whiplash bares her fangs in a flash of serrated white, and now *really* gives Swindle a glare - and Solar too, for that matter. "Remind me not to invite this guy to the party," she growls.
-Moonlight leans forward, her face alert and grinning. "Did you say the 'P' word 'Lash?"
-Solar says, "Starfire's graduation, and its too late Lash. Swindle already knows about it. You put the requisitions through for the party supplies and he's head of supply."
-Swindle shrugs, "Bah if I had to tread lightly around people I have apprently scammed I'd be one of those Balerinabots." Of course then Whiplash demontrates how she cares, "Oh come on Whiplash that was how long ago? You got even let's just leave it at that." He pours some energon from the bottle into an empty glass in front of Whiplash while nodding to Solar's words, "Ya so you might as well let bygones be bygones."
-Whiplash says, "Doesn't mean I can't kick him out if he makes trouble."
-Solar says, "His very nature causes trouble, how can you hold a grudge for something he does unconciously?"
-Whiplash seems slightly calmed by the memory of getting even, and makes herself more at home, drawing out her empty MedusaSaur-label bottle and setting it on the table in front of her like a decoration.  Whiplash says, "Oh, he was conscious, alright."
-Moonlight grins. "It's great when I can feel the love in the air." She chuckles. "So, what sort of party is it going to be? Nothing dreadfully formal and stuffy I hope. Some people attach the word 'party' to the strangest things."
-Swindle hmphs, "Bah a party isn't a party with out Me being there." He winks at Lash before calling out, "Hey Solar I'm right here ya know." He rolls his optics at Moonlight, "And he wonders why he's single and has to beat femmes up to get dates."
-Solar reaches downa and grabs a full version of the bottle Lash has "Here drink up Swindle's buyin, I am guessing your gonna be Starfire's sponsor then?"
-Swindle looks up at the buying part, "Whoa I ain't buying it's Moonlight's turn I bought last time."
-Solar says, "You weren't here last time."
-Moonlight shakes her head slightly, a grin still on her face. "I really don't mind...within reason of course."
-Whiplash finally does accept the new bottle - at least to pour herself a glass - but keeps her original empty one right there in front of her. "I'm thinking Monacus, actually. I already talked to Novastar and Onslaught about coming. I need to catch Ghost and Fil - and Sylver, for that matter. Monacus is a change of scene, and it might give Starfire a chance to let the guard down and have fun."
-Solar says, "Uhuh its his turn."
-Swindle shakes his head, "No you wern't here last time. We sent out a call to you but ya didn't answer." His grin grows as he nods at the Swivel picture, "And I think we all know why now."
-Whiplash says, "As for being her sponser ... I'm still working on that."
-Moonlight nearly bounces out of her seat. "Monacus! That's a great idea! Nothing stuffy about the good old homeland." Of course, it will also give her a chance to listen around for Swipe.
-Swindle hmms, "Monacus eh? I think I know of a few good places we could have the party at." He chuckles, "Hey Solar if your going to bring a date want me to loan ya a cannon from the Warehouse?"
-Solar says, "That's ok Swindle. I haven't done any business on Monocus since that *ahem* hostile takeover, remember Lash? You were so surprised when I shot that guy in the head."
-Whiplash looks from Moonlight to Swindle. "Well, good. Maybe the two of you can show us around the interesting spots. I want it to be exciting, and all. A way to really draw her in among us."
-Moonlight rubs her hands togther in anticipation, chuckling to herself.
-Swindle chuckles, "Trust me if we run into some of my old friends on Monacus it could get real interesting." He looks over at Moonlight obviously getting excited about that idea, "Nice to see a femme who knows how to have a good time. Eh if it gets to boring we could always have a little party at this club I know that I think you would get a kick out of."
-Solar says, "It was one of your old friends I ended up shotting. How the frag can you piss of a mech that bad? I mean all I did was mention your name?"
-Whiplash snickers slightly. "I don't know about some of your old friends out there. But if nothing else, it would be a memorable experience for her."
-Moonlight winks at Swindle. "Thanks for the compliment." She glances over at Solar and shrugs. "Eh, some people can get rather touchy at home, same as around here. It's unavoidable I guess, no matter /where/ you're from."
-Swindle shrugs at Solar, "You think Autobots got their heads up their afts you should go to Monocus more often. Two extremes: some people know how to have a good time rest just wanna make cred." Shakes his head sadly, "Extremes are a pain, always so close minded about new ideas."
-Whiplash sips at her glass. "So, sounds like Moonlight's in, and Swindle, I suppose. How about you, Solar?"
-Moonlight makes pleady pouty faces at Solar...then grins.
-Solar says, "Sure why not, I need to get my paint fixed right after the fraggin scraplets."
-Whiplash's armor, which was full of tiny perforations and craters from the scraplet infestation, is smooth and glossy again, as it turns out.
-Swindle almost shudders, "Ya I heard those were going around." He almost seems to pout, "To bad I wasn't arounnd I had this sure fire cure for those bought it off this guy on this space station a good ways out in sector 4t."
-Solar says, "Bought? Gimme a break."
-Swindle grins, "At a discount mind you but I did pay for it. I always have honest dealings." He points to himself with his thumb, "With Swindle you always get one-hundred percent satisfaction." He mutters to himself rather swiftly, "Somecasesmayvarey."
-Whiplash mutters, "Somehow I almost think I might've prefered your cure to the ride home with the stupid 'Bots."
-Solar says, "Yeah Swindle is always 100% satisfied."
-Swindle nods to Whiplash, "And at My prices you can't lose." He grins to Solar, " At least someone is catching on."
-Moonlight hmmms. "Hey, Swindle, remind me not to get on your bad side...if you /have/ one that is."
-Solar says, "Swindle doesn't want me on his bad side either."
-Swindle smirks, "Oh come one were all friends here." He glances at Whiplash, "More often then not." He takes a sip from his depelting glass, "Partner you wound me, is that anyway to talk to guy who helped you fund and bankroll this little operation?"
-Solar says, "As I remember it, you didn't bankroll me"
-Swindle hmmphs, "Don't make me tax you."
-Whiplash doesn't seem terribly interested in the financial jockeying for position. She watches in alert silence, occasionally sipping at her drink. She's not emptying it especially fast.
-Moonlight tries to settle back down, but it's clear she's rather excited about the idea of a trip back to Monacus.
-Whiplash finally finishes (most) of her glass, and stashes the empty MedusaSaur label bottle back in her storage compartment. Yes, she takes the empty one back, go figure. "Anyway ... I'll add the lot of you to the roster, then. Gotta catch the others." She stands and transforms back to MedusaSaur mode, so as to travel more unobtrusively.
-Moonlight waves farewell to Whiplash. "Good luck with that."
-Solar says, "Later Lash."
-Swindle waves to Lash, "Just tell them I'm comming shouldn't have any trouble at all."
-Whiplash gives the others a wave of her tentacles and heads for the door, by means of any available shadows along the way. "Maybe I'll just kinda keep that to myself," she muses in response to Swindle's words, and vanishes out into the north strip.
-Swindle watchs the others leave, "Now that the lord and lady of dulls ville are gone." He turns a Sly smile #6 on Moonlight, "What were we talking about?"
-Moonlight chuckles. "I don't think you ever got that far."
-Swindle shakes his head, "Not refering to the task I might have for ya I'm talking about the bottle we were sharing." He fills his glass a little more and then with out even checking pours some more into Moonlights assuming she doesn't do something drastic like move her glass.
-Moonlight wouldn't drastically spoil good energon. That isn't her style, not at all. Smiling gratefully she turns her attention to sipping away at some of it. "So, drinking is business, and business is before pleasure, eh?"
-Swindle nods as he moves closer to Moonlight, easier to share the bottle that way. "Wanna take this bottle and perhaps an other and head some where we can talk with a lot less ears around?"
-Moonlight grins and stands. "Sure. Why not?"
-Swindle nods, "Ok let's meet back at your place a little later I need to see a guy about a laser cannon." He leaves the bottle on the table, "Send me a radio in a few and we'll meet up."
-Moonlight grins. "The one you're going to give to Solar?"
-Swindle nods, "With his personalty he needs the cannon."
-Moonlight chuckles softly. Solar's a big mech, he can take care of himself...doesn't need her sticking up for him. "He's not so bad," she says anyhow.
-Swindle put a hand suggestivly on Moonlight's leg up near her thigh, "Let's let Solar worry about Solar. I think you an me could make some wonderful deals together."
-Moonlight looks Swindle over and idly wonders if he always works so fast when it comes to femmes. She is master of herself enough not to look surprised, and even winks back, but she isn't sure about this inside. Blitzwing hasn't been gone /that/ long after all. "I'm sure we would," she replies, standing up. "And I know he can worry about himself. That's why he's a higher up."
-Swindle would wonder why Moonlight keeps bringing up Solar all the time but then he would have to care, "So we going to have that meeting later or should we postpone it?" He drains his glass a little more leaving only a few sips in the bottom.
-Moonlight grins broadly. "We'll have to see. I think we're both of a very distractable temperment..."
-Swindle shrugs, "As long as buisness gets taken care of, being distracted is a good thing." He almost sounds serious as he adds, "Would you /want/ pay complete attention to this war?"
-Moonlight grins. "I never do."
-Swindle finishes his drink and looks expectantly at Moonlight shakes his head, "Never mind. If you're free in a few send me a radio and we'll have that discussion."
-Moonlight nods. "Sounds like a plan to me."
-Swindle gets up and leaves after a quick apprasing glance at Moonlights frame. "We'll talk," is all he says before leaving the bar.
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Message: 10/18                     Posted        Author
Thunderstrike                      Sat Mar 15    Sylver
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*Sylver's visage appears on screen*

I have taken the time to teach that sorry excuse of a warrior his place *insert image of Thunderstrike spiked into Iacon's gates* Solar was at the place himself to amuse himself, he also roughed up one Swivel who came out to try and push us back. We left before any Autobot reinforcement arrived, our message that Cerrius is not to be visited again, well sent. Sylver out...

*screen fades to emblem spinny*
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