((Oracle, Patrol, Darkraid, Slipshod))

Oracle walks into the Blaster, looking for one of the familiar faces she often sees here.
Patrol is sitting at a booth witch un benowst to him was his usual spot before he went missing.
Oracle spots Patrol and smiles, heading for the booth where he's sitting.
Patrol waves Oracle over, "Hiya cutie whats up?"
Oracle quirks her left optic ridge. "Cutie? That's a first for me."
Patrol shurgs, "Well I am surprised, a fine looking femme like yourself, should recive many compliments on her looks alone...."
Oracle says, "Not likely. Besides, the ideas are far more important that a person's appearance."
Patrol grins, glances Oracles frame over again and says, "Well I am sure that you have an exclent mind in that chaisey."
Oracle says, "Well, I /am/ more known for my mind than my looks, but even my mind is nothing compared to some of the geniuses of today and our past."
Patrol shrugs, "If you say so."
Oracle says, "So, have you figured out the missing parts of your memory yet?"
Patrol shakes his head, "nope I was just resting up before I went back to Polyhex, I have the strange fealing I am sappose to meet someone there......"
Oracle says, "Do you have any idea who you have to meet? I might know that individual."
Patrol shrugs, "Not excatly, His name was Shadow.......flame, burn, scortch, fire, nova.... One of those I rember he had a big sword."
Oracle says, "Sounds familiar. I don't suppose you'd mind a little company?"
Patrol grins, "I would love some......"
Oracle says, "Good then. I'm generally not allowed in that area, but maybe if that's where you're supposed to be, they won't mind a little tag along."
Patrol gets to his feet downs the rest of his drink and walks towards the door.
Oracle follows Patrol.

*patrol and oracle leave the golden blaster*

Patrol glances Oracle over ,pausesing once or twice on her chest, and then asks, "Whats your alt form?"
Oracle says, "I'm a computer."
Patrol frowns, "well that can't be fast.......Hmmm well transform and ill carry you to polyhex....Ok?"
Oracle says, "Thanks."
Patrol shifts and turns into a Red & White Tec-Car
Oracle gets in the car

*Patrol takes Oracle on a very scary fast ride to polyhex*
Red Tec-Car comes driving into the area tires squeeling and shooting up debree.
Darkraid is standng by the entrance to Polyhex, his vulcan gun held in his left hand. He narrows his optics at the Tec-car and targets it
Red Tec-Car slows down as he approches the gates when he sees Darkraid.
Darkraid keeps his weapon trained on the vehicle, "Designation and purpose?"
Red Tec-Car folds upward into Patrol
Oracle slowly exits the tec-car, her hands raised
Patrol nods, "Sorry i was transforming what was that?"
Darkraid nods to Oracle, his gun still locked squarely on Patrol, "Designation and purpose?"
Patrol looks confused for a moment, "What does Dessign....nation mean?"
Darkraid rolls his optics, "Name and reason why you're here."
Patrol nods finaly understanding, "Oh I am.............Someone, and I am here to see ........Someone."
Darkraid shakes his head, "Not good enough." He looks at Oracle, "Explain him."
Patrol mutters to himself, "... will take awhile."
Oracle takes an unoffensive step forward. "Well, I just recently met him and he has appeared to have lost his memory. He can only vaguely recall that he was supposed to meet someone in Polyhex. So I offered to help him find whoever he was looking for."
Oracle smiles wistfully. "Polyhex always seems to land me in the same kind of trouble, doesn't it?"
Darkraid looks at Patrol for a moment then at Oracle, "Very well then." He slides his vulcan gun back into his left thigh and nods to Oracle, "Yeah it does though I am glad you came by..."
Oracle says, "You stick most admirably to your duties. I don't believe we've ever encountered each other while you were on guard duty."
Patrol nods at Darkraid, "You know this Mech, Oracle?"
Oracle says, "Yes, I do."
Darkraid shakes his head, "No we haven't." He walks up to Oracle and pauses for a moment.
Patrol frowns at Darkraid for a moment and then as if mockingly he says to Darkraid, "Designation and purpose?"
Darkraid looks down at Patrol, "Darkraid and slag your aft if I have to." He looks back at Oracle and opens his faceplate for a brief instant to reveal a smile to her before snapping it closed again
Oracle smiles slightly back. "I can tell you two are going to get along just fine."
Patrol grins, "I like it, good answer."
Darkraid snickers, "It's the truth." He turns and offer Oracle his arm
Patrol raises his Optic ridge at Darkraid, "So am I going to be allowed in Polyhex?"
Oracle glances at the arm with a slightly humorous grin. "I don't think helping unaffiliated femmes is part of your duty, is it?"
Darkraid chuckles, "Not specifically but I'm supposed to help when I can." He looks at Patrol and nods slowly, "You will be escorted but yes you are going to be allowed in..."
Patrol frowns, "Why do i have to be escorted? How do you know I am not a citzen?"
Darkraid says, "trust me on this one, you're not a citizen of Polyhex."
Patrol looks all confused at Darkraid, "How do you know I am not, If you recgnize me please tell me where i am from."
Oracle quirks an optical ridge. "Do you know him then Darkraid?"
Darkraid chuckles and looks from Patrol to Oracle, "Yes, unfortunately I have to say I do know him..."
Oracle says, "Who is he then?"
Darkraid says, "He's a member of the Militia"
Oracle says, "Really?"
Darkraid nods, "Really..."
Oracle gives an understanding smile. "I suppose that's why you set yourself up to shoot?"
Patrol looks ponderous for a moment, "Hmmm but I can't be a milita member I know slipshod is my regular doctor and I was told that he was a Decipticon."
Darkraid nods then rolls his optics at Patrol, "He was in charge of the hospice in Crystal City until just a few cycles ago."
Oracle's face turns somber. "I was there when he gave himself to the Decepticons in exchange for Dust."
Patrol frowns and then Hmmmms and then finaly speaks, "He did? He never metioned it to me? I wonder why he did that? Oh well you going to escort me and my /friend/ into polyhex?"
Oracle looks at the sky for a moment.
Patrol grins mischeviously.
Darkraid looks from Oracle to his arm, then states bluntly, "Yes."
Oracle takes Darkraid's arm. "Thanks Darkraid."
Patrol glances from Oracle to Darkraid, raises an optic ridge, "Hmmmm, " and starts walking towards polyhex.
Darkraid walks towards Polyhex, smiling behind his faceplate (not that you can see it)
Darkraid says, "Anytime Oracle"
Oracle goes along with Darkraid and Patrol.
Patrol enters polyhex muttering to himself, "... ... ... bring her all ... way ... she ... /his/ ..."
Darkraid enters Polyhex arm in arm with Oracle
Darkraid gives the shadowy mech a few credits.
The mech looks up with a gleam in his optics, and speaks, "There are several bandit gangs to the south that are doing quite well. They seem to have plenty of energon and ammunition."
Darkraid chuckles, "Nothing new..."
Patrol contemplates beating up the Citzen....
Oracle glances about herself, with a slightly amused smile on her face.
Darkraid looks down at Oracle, "I seem to recall the last time you were here..."
Oracle says, "Yes. I got you in trouble and myself removed from the premises."
Patrol grins, "Last time I was here I almost got in a fight with that psycho Lunar."
Darkraid snickers and nods, "Yeah he's a bit odd..."
Patrol raises an optic ridge at Darkraid, "A bit?"
Oracle says, "I've encountered him as well, and he didn't give me a good impression."
Darkraid nods, "He's trying too hard..."
Patrol looks confused at Darkraid, "If you say so."
Oracle says, "What is he trying to do?"

*darkraid does some radioing*

Patrol looks over at Darkraid and taps his foot unpatiently.
Oracle sighs and looks at the sky again.
Darkraid follows Oracle's gaze, "Care for a flight?"
Patrol mutters to Patrol: "Sure  just becuse ... ... ... he thinks he hot ... ... I ... ... ... ... maybe not ... ... one ... ... ... soon."
Darkraid looks at Patrol, "He's on his way"
Oracle says, "Where to?"
Darkraid looks at Oracle again, "Where'd you like to go?"
Oracle looks uncertain. "Well, I should probably stick around until I'm certain he finds what he's looking for."
Slipshod walks from the Military HQ, wiping his hands on a thick rag, "Yes?"
Darkraid points to Slipshod, "That is who he was looking for."
Slipshod blinks weary optics, "Oracle! Patrol! What in the name of the fifteen principles of cybernetic repair are you doing here?"
Patrol shakes his head, "No he wasn't."
Oracle smiles at Slipshod. "I came here trying to help him" Points to Patrol.
Darkraid blinks and looks at Patrol then at Oracle then finally at Slipshod, "Deal with him..."
Slipshod raises his shoulders in a tired shrug, "Then who the Pit are you looking for?"
Patrol looks confused, "Are you sure thats what My name is?"
Darkraid nods, "Yes your name is Patrol and you said you wanted Slipshod." He points to slipshod with his free hand, "That is Slipshod..."
Oracle looks at her feet.
Patrol shakes his head, "Not once did I say I wanted slipshod, I only mentioned him in the course of the conversation....."
Darkraid looks at Slipshod, "He's all yours..."
Oracle leans against a convienient wall.
Patrol waves at Slipshod, "Sorry to pull you away from your work."
Slipshod stares at Patrol with half-dim optics, both in crankyness and half-sleep, "Lissen, if you don't believe your identity, I can show you your creation records and a few momentos of our past. As to who you're hunting down, it seems that you need more time and a rundown of your dossier."
Oracle mutters to Oracle: "... never ... ... I ... ... ...  ... ... has to ... ... ... there ... ... ... as ..."
Patrol puts his hands up all defensivly, "Whoa slow down Slippy I wasn't the one who called you away from work, " Patrol points at Darkraid, "It was him, I know your a busy mech. Is it true that you wern't always a con?"
Darkraid looks at Oracle and sighs, leaning next to her against the wall
Slipshod pulls out a small datapad and scribbles a note upon it, "This is a perscription for some data reconstructive viruses, Salvage and Dust can find them in my archives. Use them once a day for thirty cycles. As to my alignment, I was always an unaffiliated, even when I wore the factional emblems."
Patrol takes the note from Slipshod, "Hmmmmm are you sure they will be able to understand your scribbles?"
Oracle closes her optics, leaning heavily against the wall, her head drooping ever so slightly.
Darkraid slips an arm about Oracle's shoulders and mutters to her
Darkraid mutters to Oracle: "Would you ... to ... ... to Crystal ... You look ..."
Slipshod grins slightly, "More than likely. Anyways, I'd recommend staying within the Crystal City city limits until you show signifigant improvement. That means no trapsing about looking for nameless mechs and pestering tired medics and Decepticon personell."
Oracle looking tired, walks over to Slipshod. "You're being rather short with him, don't you think? Are you okay?"
Slipshod replies curtly, "I'm just tired, sober and worried about Dust. How is the kidlet?"
Darkraid looks at Slipshod, "You're sober?" He blinks, "No-one showed you the Gasket?"
Oracle shakes her head. "I'm afraid I haven't seen her. But when I do I'll send word to you. Don't worry, I'll look after her to the best of my limited abilities."
Slipshod fehs, "I'm sans my Grog!"
Darkraid nods, "Alright then everyone to the Gasket!"
Slipshod mutters to Darkraid: "... ... a secret ... of which ... the ... Kerosene ... acid ... sweeteners ... acid Rum Acetone Red ... #2 Scumm ...  ... ... andor pepperoni."
A few stray mechs hearing Darkraid's words turn and head for the Gasket.
Patrol grins and describes dust to a "t", "Is this her?"
Slipshod nods quickly, "How is she doing?"
Patrol keeps grinning, "I saw her today while I was wandering in CC. I got her some food she seemed hungry but other than that all right I sappose."
Oracle says, "I'm glad to hear she's doing okay."
Slipshod smiles happily, "Take good care of her; Don't want to be doing this for nothing."
Oracle says, "I'll make certain no one bothers her."
Slipshod flops the rag over his shoulder, "That's all I needed to hear; g'wan back to Crystal City and let me get back to the wounded. Do you know how much more intra-factional injuries and death I have to deal with here?"
Oracle speaks with a slight edge to her voice that isn't directed at anyone in particular. "No, I don't know. Remember, Unaffiliates aren't usually allowed to see Decepticon life at it's natural state."
Darkraid stands and decides to join in the conversation. Though he merely observes at this point
Slipshod says, "Figure it like this, Darkraid; fratricide is the Decepticons first, second and third enemy."
Darkraid nods to Slipshod, "Only with some of our members..."
Patrol ponders to himself for a moment, "The Gasket, yhea thats where I was sappose to meet whats his name Shadow......something...."
Patrol ponders for a moment at snaps his fingers, "Yhea thats It!"
Darkraid snickers, "Too late. He's dead, I carried his core or what was left of it into crystatis myself..."
Patrol frowns, "Hmmmm well you could have said so before I came all this way!"
Slipshod cradles his face in his palm, "He didn't know what you were looking for, dipswitch."
Patrol stops to think, "oh yhea. Sorry bout that."
Darkraid nods, "It's okay, just don't let it happen again."
Oracle yawns. "I'm getting a little weary. I think I should return home." Turns to Slipshod. "Do you want me to tell Dust to send you word that she's okay and all?"
Darkraid . o 0 (What an afthead. What a complete and utter slagging afthead)
Slipshod nods, "Thanks. Be sure Patrol here takes his perscription."
Slipshod waves and returns to his toil.
Darkraid looks at Oracle, "Well if you wish to return home I can certainly get you there quickly..."
Oracle transmits a radio message.
Patrol mutters to Patrol: "Friggin ... ... there hot ... becuse they can fly"
Darkraid looks around, "Hmmm...well I suppose I could take Patrol back as well..."