((Revamp, Uproar, Diktat, Moonracer)) (A,A,D,A)

A few of the regulars take a look at the pair, and then grumble rather sadly to themselves. Revamp still heads towards the bar, with a rather large shadow attached to her. She nods, and orders the usual. "Hematite Sunrise, make it quick... on a schedule..."
Oracle walks into the bar, looking a little more absent minded than usual.
Uproar hrmms and orders an F-5, before letting go of Rev, and pulling out the bar stool for her and another for himself...
Revamp grins wide, and then plops on the chair, swinging her feet as she gazes at Uproar.
Oracle nods to Uproar and Revamp.
Uproar grins, and gives a slight nod to Oracle, looking to Rev, he grins....until it is quickly broken by a distress call over the radio..."Slag...I gotta run..."
Uproar throws the creds on the table for Rev's and his drink, plus a tip for the tender for speedy service, before leaning down a bit, muttering something then rushing out
Revamp sighs. "Well, at least I got to take a nice trip with ya, hun... and I'll be sure to take care of your drink for ya." She winks at him, and then pounces him for quick snug.
Uproar mutters to Revamp: "... ... ... ya ..."
Revamp smiles. "I love you MORE!"
Uproar is snugged tight, then he goes rushing out...
*Uproar Leaves*
Oracle walks over to the bar and sits down.
Revamp sighs as she watches Uproar dash out the doors, and then turns back to the two drink on the bar.
Oracle turns to Revamp. "Bad timing?"
Revamp chuckles, and then shakes her head. "Nah... I should've known better than to try to sneak down here on break..." she smiles, nonetheless. "But as for yourself, how goes things?"
You say, "Um, quite interestingly actually."
Revamp Ohs?
Revamp sighs, and then stands. "Heh. And to think HE was the one who tried talking me into coming down here in the first place."
Revamp nods to Oracle as she heads out. "Hope your evening is a lively one."
*Revamp leaves*
Diktat enters the blaster, pausing in the doorway to survey the bar - the fact that he makes his presence made known by the same gesture is surely coincidence.
Diktat sighs. The bar's far too quiet for posing. He makes his way casually across the room, casting a smile at a merchant of his aquaintence, before ending at the bar. He makes a small gesture with his right hand, "Honoured Barkeep - An Energwine. My usual."
Oracle nods to Diktat as he nears the bar. "Greetings. And how are you this day?"
Diktat recieves his drink quickly, pouring a glass casually as he speaks, "Reasonable, considering matters too top-secret and EVil to discuss with a non-decepticon" He casts an ironic smile over to Oracle, "And thee?"
You say, "I'm well enough. How goes your faction?"
Diktat has a long drink before answering, "Perfectly, as always. It is, of course, a perfectly operating engine of beauty at all times."
Oracle pauses for a minute, then gives a slightly mischievious smile. "Even with people like Lunar?"
Diktat smiles conspiractorially. "Whatever could you mean, Teacher-queen?"
You say, "I've just heard that he got on some high ranker's bad side. Apparently Patrol was given a warrent for him."
Diktat hmmms, "Well... I must admit I've never had the pleasure of the fellow's company, but was remotely aware of some trouble he had wrapped himself in. Was the quarrel with you neutrals?"
You say, "Yes, but not with myself. It was with the one named Geist, I believe. Do you know of him?"
Diktat gives another, perhaps even /more/ conspiratorial, smile, "Oh yes. I /have/ met Brother Geist."
You say, "Despite your proclaimation of smoothness in your faction, I have trouble believing things go that well."
Diktat turns, raising an optic, "Whatever do you mean? Surely an honoured historian couldn't be falling prey to certain rumours about one of our commanders?"
Oracle shakes her head. "I've heard no such rumors. I'm only guessing from what I've seen first hand."
Diktat nods, "And what things have gathered your inquistorial mind?"
You say, "Maybe I just don't like the lack of freedom within your faction. And your people have a strange way of 'helping' each other."
Diktat takes a sip, "Such as?"
You say, "Well, many of your high ranking types don't seem to care much for the welfare of their underlings. And isn't it an important part of running an empire, especially one desiring greatness, to look after those warriors who serve it?"
Diktat replies simply, "Well - You may have noted that I'm actually a ranking being in my faction. And I don't believe I've shown anything but the ultimate consideration towards my troops before you - I merely save my brutal torture for private rooms back in Polyhex" He smiles.
You say, "I wasn't refering to you. As far as my optics can tell me, you are the epitome of good manners and mind. Of course, I am speaking on what my optics tell me."
Diktat raised a glass in salute to Oracle as she complimented him, then comments, "Hmmm... whoever could you be commenting upon..."
You say, "Well, at the moment I'm not too impressed with either Onslaught or Razelore. Of course, they have no control over me, and I don't matter to them, so it is of no consequence. But I can't help but disapprove of some of their methods."
Diktat hmmms, "Well... I wouldn't wish to comment publically on individual figures in the Empire. However I may note that I have heard certain phrases mentioned about two mech leaders you may have commented upon in your previous sentence. And not favourable ones."
Oracle quirks and optic ridge. "Really? I'm not looking for trouble. But I saw them treat a certain ... friend ... of mine in a most unpleasing manner."
Diktat raises an optic, "Starfire?"
Oracle shakes her head. "No, not at all. I haven't seen Starfire much lately."
Diktat hmmms, and comments dryly, "Surprsing, considering..." He quickly changes the subject, "Then whom?"
You say, "Brawl."
Diktat seems sincerely worried, "What on Cybertron could have Brawl done? He's not one to normally cause offence..."
You say, "He was drinking. I didn't think it was fair to punish him considering his frame of mind at the time."
Diktat looks at his bottle of energwine with Mock-worry, "I must be a /real/ traitor." He turns back, "He was depressed? What could have driven such a stoic soul down so? And what on earth did Razelore and Onslaught do unto him?"
Oracle takes a deep breath. "Well, it's kind of a long story. As you must know, Brawl hasn't been too lucky with the femmes. So he started carrying around this petro-rabbit, calling it 'his girl'. A couple of the Autobots stole the rabbit away from him and set it next to Omega. Brawl thought the rabbit was cheating on him and became depressed. He was drinking quite heavily, so I offered to take him home. That didn't go over too well."
Diktat nods, not a hint of an amused smile on his face. He seems quite sincrely worried, "Do continue."
You say, "Well, I was worried for Brawl, so I was going to take him to his room, which was through Tarn. I wasn't really thinking of the rules of that time...I should have remembered not to enter Decepticon cities after that episode with Darkraid...but Brawl was. He radioed to see if it was okay for me to escort him to his room. Naturally the answer was no. But Onslaught showed up and took Brawl back to the Blaster. They flew, and I can only run, so I didn't get there in time to do anything about it, though what I could do to Onslaught is beyond me."
Diktat nods, "Indeed - So what /did/ Onslaught do unto Brawl?"
You say, "When I got to the Blaster again, Brawl was really sick. Apparently Onslaught had given him some sort of green substance that made it impossible for Brawl to hold down his energon. He was losing it all over the floor and Onslaught made him clean it all up. I offered to help Brawl of course. Then an unknowing unaffil femme asked Brawl where his rabbit was. He got all upset and left, so I followed him. To make matters worse, Onslaught wouldn't have Brawl restored for a long time. We nearly had the Autobot medic ER to fix him."
Diktat nods, "Right..." He pauses, then says, very carefully, "While I obviously couldn't say it about one of my fellow commanders in the Eternal Empire, if I heard such a story about a being elsewhere, I would probably be heard to comment "Ah... He brings new depth to both the component parts of "Mindless Sadism"."
Oracle looks at her feet. "I feel that I'm partly responsible for this. I didn't realize that Razelore would act the way he did. And I also did something else foolish, but I hope that I remedied it quickly enough."
Diktat raises his optic again, "You've described Onslaught's actions - Whatever did Razelore do to add to the chaos?" He pauses, "And, if you feel you can trust me, what action did you take which you remedied. I only ask because I need to know the full story before I can act correctly."
You say, "Well, when I took Brawl to Tarn, I radioed Razelore, asking him to come and help Brawl, since /I/ obviously couldn't see him safely to his room because I am an unaffiliated femme. It's my theory that he called on Onslaught. Perhaps, if I had just let Brawl go to his room alone, he might not have been punished that way. And later, when Brawl and I were talking, Razelore came up and said some pretty dire things."
Diktat nods, commenting with knives in his voice, "Yes. That does sound like Brother Razelore."
You say, "Well, I almost understand why he said what he did, but it just makes me dislike the Decepticon system even more. Don't misunderstand. I have no problems with the Empire's ambitions...only their means of achieving it."
Diktat corrects, "No... you have problems with Brother Razelore and honoured Battle-liege Onslaught's manner of achieving them."
You say, "Your faction can't totally frown upon them, or they would find discipline. One thing I have noticed about your faction is that your Chain of Command has a fondness for discipline and a keen eye for those who meritt it."
Diktat hmmms, "An interesting question, whose answer would take more time than I have available to fully discuss. But there's a line between discipline and brutality. Not, of course, that I'm saying either have crossed it" He pauses, smiling slightly, "Like the fine line between ability and utter incompetence"
You say, "I nearly caused Brawl even more trouble though."
Diktat hmmms, "I hate to say this, as it will sound as an insult..." He smiles, "But don't rate yourself of such massive importance. It was not your fault. What occurred was not of your doing. It was another beings decision. Do not take upon yourselves the actions of others, Honoured Scholar."
Oracle shakes her head. "It's not that. I was telling Brawl how my life was 'without a boss.' I was being honest about it, but he seemed to like this idea of having no one telling him what to do. It was at this point that Razelore entered the room. You can guess how much he didn't like the idea. He practically threatened Brawl. I had to say something to Brawl to make him change his mind before the both of us got in trouble."
Diktat nods, "So... what did you say?"
You say, "I told Brawl that some people were better off with leaders telling them what to do. When Razelore said, "It's better to be a Decepticon, Brawl, you know if you leave us, the others, not myself mind you, but others, would hunt you down and kill you, you'd never get to leave Crystal City. Almost everyone you know would be after you Brawl, Onslaught, Triage, Ghost, Skydagger, Ripsaw all these Decepticons you care about and that care about you, that would all end. It's your choice," I had to do something quick."
There's no real reaction on Diktat's face, but there is a noticable pause... it's as if he has a mask on. He speaks, "Of course: It is a traditional Decepticon threat. You had to... But what?"
You say, "I think I persuaded Brawl to stay with them. He's surprisingly loyal to Onslaught, despite the fact he treats him so poorly."
Diktat nods, "If Brawl is one thing, it's loyal..." He pauses, "Did he mention Kimakaze?"
Moonracer walks in tired and thirsty, she notices two bots in the bar as well. she nods to them and sits down
You say, "No. Why? I've heard bits and pieces, but only enough to know that something was wrong."
Diktat nods, "You could describe it as such... But I can't comment anymore, Oracle. I walk a delicate path, as I'm sure you're aware."
Oracle nods. "Of course. I understand completely. You do have a position to keep, after all, and with position comes appearances and duty."
Oracle turns and nods to Moonracer.
Diktat smiles, "I thank you for your time and your consideration. As always, your wit and charm are only ever rivalled by your incomparable beauty." He stands and bows to her, optics considering Moonracer for a second as he raises. He flashes a beautific smile in her direction anwyay.
Moonracer smiles and nods back...then notices oracle nodding to her, she waves back
You say, "I've always been good at listening. Have a good day Diktat."
Oracle waves back to Moonracer.
Diktat hmmms, "With the gift of your knowledge, how could I not." He turns and glides from the bar.
*Diktat leaves*
Oracle watches Diktat leave with a shrug.
Moonracer looks up when she hears a door close, and notices that a bot left. "who left?" she asks oracle.
You say, "Diktat did."
Moonracer nods and orders the usual, and icee.
Oracle stands up and heads for the door.