((Diktat, Kimakaze))

Someone knocks at the door.
Oracle calls out, "Come on in."
Kimakaze takes a catious step into the area, looking about her person with great care....eyes scanning for those who would stop her mission....
Diktat enters, holding the door open for the black-shaped security-agent who follows him in. A wide smile is prominent on his face, and the optics glint cheerfully.
Kimakaze walks in behind Diktat, reminaing close to the door. Her face completely hidden by a black face visor recently appearing...
Oracle nods to her visitors, scrambling to get the place tidy...too late.
Kimakaze glances around, mess or lack of it not bothering her.
Diktat notices Oracles attempts to reorganise her space, and shakes his head, "Oh - Don't worry, Delver into the soul of the Cybertronian Race. I've experienced far worse. I've /lived/ in far worse."
Oracle straightens up, her face slightly colored from embarassment. "Um, my appologies for the mess."
Diktat smiles, looking around the quarters, "Seriously - It is of no matter. And it's a fine apartment."
Oracle shrugs, giving the mess up as a lost cause, and pulls out a seat for each of her guests. "I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?"
Diktat considers it seriously, then answers lightly, "Well. Extremely well - Bar the disapearances and the general hubub of running the greatest city on the face of the planet."
Kimakaze sits after the other two, glancing around her, not content to accept that anywhere alien toher is safe.
Oracle nods. "At least you are still here. What would your city be like if you had gone missing. Oh, I wish I could be certain of the causation of those disappearances." She turns to the one she doesn't know, extending a hand. "Greetings, I am Oracle. You are...?"
Diktat smiles slightly at the thought of Polyhex without him, and steps slightly to one side to let his silibant shadow answer.
Kimakaze squints slightly behind her visor, not accustomed to shaking hands much. She reads the data quickly and attempts to fit in by accepting the hand in the way she has been taught of late. "I am Agent D - 017x330. Security."
Diktat smiles, "Otherwise known as Internal Security Chief and general fear-striker among those who would corrupt the people of Polyhex, Kimakaze."
Kimakaze shrugs slightly. "Whichever you....prefer."
Oracle quirks an optic ridge at Diktat. "Interesting introduction." Turns back to Kimakaze. "Pleased to meet you."
Kimakaze nods her helmet sharply. "Likewise. You are....Oracle? We have not met, though I do have some very sparse data on you."
Diktat explains, "We do try to keep some files on anyone of talent, you understand."
Oracle nods. "Yes, of course you would."
Diktat guides the conversation, commenting wryly, "Which leads us, rather neatly, to why I'm here."
Kimakaze 's detectors register someone passing outside, and she glances at the doorway, until she is certain the threat has passed by.
You say, "And why are you here, if I might ask?"
Diktat looks more serious, "To ask your advice, and perhaps make you an offer. Can you spare a few moments to discuss the matter with me."
Oracle takes a seat, her eyes on Diktat. "I always listen. Whether I do anything with what I hear is another matter entirely."
Kimakaze glances at Diktat, tilting her head slightly. "Do you require a further degree of privacy for thiss matter?"
Oracle takes a look at Kimakaze, shaking her head slightly to herself.
Kimakaze might be looking back - it really is impossible to tell through that visor.
Diktat looks around for a suitable place to reclinem then gives up, instead he paces slightly - It adds to the sense that Diktat's thinking about the matter. He answers Kimakze, "Possibly... actually, no. My own voice modulations will cover the bugs. And you will sense anyone genuinely physically here." He turns back to Oracle. His voice has changed slightly when he speaks, while still keeping the smooth timbre.
Kimakaze nods, folding her arms gradually, keeping her finely tuned sensors scanning around the room.
Diktat says, "Relatvely recently, I was given the charge of the training of the kidlets of the Empire. As you can imagine, it's an interesting new task for me."
Oracle raises both optic ridges, apparently impressed by the details of secrecy.
Oracle nods to show she's listening.
Diktat smiles slightly wryly, "I believe, after some small teething problems, I've managed to bumble through quite successfully. However I have a certain individual in my care who is troublesome. Troublesome because she shows the possibility to wander, and troublesome because she shows the possibility to be great."
Oracle sets her head to one side, still looking at Diktat. "And how, pray tell, does this relate to me?"
Kimakaze scans the room like a Silon.
Diktat elaborates, "Because your area of talent, franky: You are a scholar of both History and Philosophy, yes? And I've already discussed, at rather gushing length, how much I admire your work."
Oracle shrugs modestly as an answer.
Diktat says, "Her problem is that she is attempting to understand the conflict and where she stands on it. As you can understand, I could attempt to indoctrinate her - But that would be wrong on so many levels. And counter-productive - If she is to be anything more than a technician she needs to feel for what she does and /believe/."
You say, "What, precisely, is it you want /me/ to do? As you might now, my belief in neither faction is clear."
Kimakaze looks elsewhere again....armour shimmering and melting slightly along her arms, silver blades showing like logs on the seashore in the out going tide.
Diktat nods, "My point - She's an intellectual, therefore does not require preaching at. My problem is that due to her background, she still has had some contact with a number of Autobots. And I fear that they are twisting the words of History. I require someone with a completely neutral /and intellectually respected/ viewpoint. I need you."
You say, "Who might the kiddlet in question be?"
Diktat allows the smile to stretch across his face again as he leans against a wall, "I can't really tell you until you agree. But suffice to say, She is polite, charming and possessing of a desperate interest in the world."
A wry smile spreads across Oracle's face, with a twisted sort of humor apparent. "Are you certain you want me to tell the /neutral/ truth and not /your/ truth?"
Diktat nods, "Of course. It's absolutely neccessary you do so. When she's aware of the facts, people will be able to discuss interpretations of them. She can argue as a being rather than a pawn."
Oracle smiles. "How noble. I'll see what I can do."
Kimakaze finally speaks, softly. "I am sure that your...truth ass you put it is structured fully with facts and realistic viewss of our world today. We have no reason to belive otherwise.
Diktat smiles slightly, "Quite, Kimakaze" He pauses, "And, to be honest, passing her a pile of textbooks by a variety of authors will almost certainly do the job. I need you to..." He pauses, "Guide her to the best works."
Oracle's smile twists slightly, as though she's amused at something not easily apparent. "I might require access to any libraries you might have. My current resources are rather...limited."
Kimakaze answers again, "Access to registered information iss no trouble. Not for me....and especially not for Diktat."
You say, "I'm not looking for anything classified, just history. I'll leave it up to your discretion, of course."
Diktat smiles, "And my personal libaries are quite extensive anyway." He pauses, "What of that monk who lives in Crystal City. Surely the order would be willing to assist. Jade, yes?"
Kimakaze nods "That iss what I meant. Registered information iss of a somewhat public nature amongst those at darkmount and Polyhex."
You say, "Most likely he would help, but I'll need history from all sides to get the fullest picture. I'm already quite familiar with Autobot historical perspective, so that won't be a problem."
Oracle frowns ever so slightly at the mention of Darkmount.
Diktat smiles, nodding, "If you require texts, contact my office - Copies will be forwarded to you." He notices the frown, and makes a mental note to find out the reason why at a future point. But for now... He opens a panel in his arm and withdraws a data-crystal.
Kimakaze is a spy and is everywhere, so the 'look' is ignored.
Diktat holds out the crystal towards Oracle, a rather curious breed of smile on his face - Enigmatic? Possibly... "And on the matter of texts, here's some to digest as an appetiser to the main course of knowledge."
Kimakaze watches Diktat make his deal, keeping half an optic on the door.
Oracle takes the crystal. "Thank you. Not to sound mercanary or selfish, but what do I get out of this? If you've noticed, I'm not a femme of many means." Gestures at the small shack she lives in.
Diktat smiles, "Sign of a true professional - Attention to the bottom line." He pauses, "What would you think would be suitable?"
Kimakaze unfolds her arms, again slowly, and flexes her black fingertips gently, watching the door, her visor scanning idelly across the room there, filling the time.
Oracle smiles. "I don't need much; just /something/ to show for my efforts. You run a city, you would know more of prices for services rendered than I would."
Kimakaze transmits a radio message.
Diktat receives a radio message.
Diktat nods at Kim in response to a radio-pulse.
Diktat nods, "Well the traditional barter payment is in kind... but there's almost certainly nothing one such as I who has spent so long out of the world of academia could teach you..." He strokes his chin, "A couple of options present themselve. One is the energon ration of a level one troop for the period. The other..." He gestures sweepingly to the flat, "We could build a home more suitable for a mind of your calibre."
You say, "Nearly anything would be better than nothing...except a shot between the optics of course."
Diktat smiles, while chuckling darkly, "That option could be provided, if you desired..."
Oracle laughs. "No. I've only been threatened physically once. I don't care to repeat that situation."
Diktat smiles, "I've shared the experience... far more than once, now I come to think of it. I must just not be a popular man."
Diktat transmits a radio message.
Kimakaze receives a radio message.
Oracle shrugs. "Or perhaps just popular in the wrong way."
Kimakaze nods slowly to Diktat.
Diktat nods, "That would be an explaination..." He considers something, "Then it is settled. We will renovate your living quarters. Is this acceptable in exchange for your talents?"
Oracle nods. "At the present location? Or elsewhere?"
Diktat speaks in a slightly ironic, yet strangely sincere voice, "What do you desire?"
Kimakaze points her visor towards Oracle. "That'ss rather up to you..."
You say, "Whatever is convienient...within Crystal City would be vastly preferable. It's the only place I belong."
Kimakaze nods "Thiss suburb iss your preference, I take it? Unless you particuarly wish to move, staying where you belong iss a good plan."
Diktat nods, "Of course - I wouldn't dream of asking you to move elsewhere." He smiles at Kim, "Indeed... moving your possessions is always trying."
Kimakaze chuckles slightly, glancing at Diktat. Obviously something of a private joke with her.
You say, "Good idea."
Diktat nods, "Excellent. Quite, quite excellent. I will inform the young femme in question to contact you."
Oracle bows her head. "I will await her arrival."
Diktat raises a finger, "Ah... yes. Her name. She is called Starfire"
Oracle quirks an optic ridge. She nods. "We have met before."
Oracle speaks as though with an after thought. "You had better postpone sending her until I can clean up a bit."
Diktat nods, "Of course... she'll come in her own time. And the thanks of this servant of the Empire are yours."
Kimakaze glances to Diktat. "Shall we go?"
You say, "I have the feeling I'll see you again soon, assuming you check up on your projects' progressions."
Diktat nods, "Almost certanily. And enjoy the texts" He bows deeply to Oracle, "Farewell, Explorer of the recesses of the cybertronian mind" He turns and opens the door for Kim.
Kimakaze turns and exits carefully, walking outside without making a fuss.
*Kimakaze leaves*
*Diktat leaves*