November 13th,
((Brawl, Silentsteel, Wildfire, Patrol, Triage)) (D,D,U,U,D)

You transmit 'Hello, Brawl?' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' hey oracle!'.
You transmit 'Has a medic seen to you yet?' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' nope..an i cant see you yet'.
You transmit 'Are you feeling any better?' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' real tired..'.
You transmit 'I hope you get better soon. Did you get in trouble for the fight, or was it approved of by your boss?' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' he just sent me to get repairs'.
You transmit 'Well, I hope you get back on your feet soon. Perhaps we can meet somewhere then.' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' im ready when you are sugar'.
You transmit 'But aren't you still waiting to be fixed up again?' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' yeah but it dont hurt that bad'.
You transmit 'I don't know if your boss would approve of you leaving while you're injured.' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' im askin bosslady.'.
You transmit 'Bosslady? As in Ghost?' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' yeah'.
Mecha-Feline bounds into the area.
You transmit 'So, what's the news?' to Brawl.
Mecha-Feline eyes Oracle.
Oracle nods to Mecha-Feline.
Mecha-Feline bounds southward.
Brawl transmits: ' not much and you?'.
Brawl transmits: ' ghsot wont let me go'.
You transmit 'I didn't think she would. She's quite sensible from what I've seen. We'll just have to meet when you're better. Unless it's me she disapproves of?' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' she wants me to stay in con territory'.
You transmit 'That only makes sense. What are her reasons?' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' i asked why and she said cause I said so.'.
You transmit 'Do you get a lot of answers like that from your Chain of Command?' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' not really'.
You transmit 'I suppose our meeting can wait.' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' SLAG! Bosslady said not to see you again..'.
You transmit '*Sounds amazed and a little angry* Ever?' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' *sniffle* never..''.
You transmit '*Sounds confused.*" But why?' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' CAUSE SHES BEIN A SLAGHEAD!'.
You transmit 'I wasn't aware that Ghost had a problem with me.' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' she said cause yer not a decepticon'.
You transmit 'I didn't think that would be such a problem.' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' why's that..yer a con?!'.
You transmit 'No, it's just that I've never done anything to bother your faction, and I didn't think Ghost would care if you saw an unaffiliate or not.' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' she said im not allowed to see anyone whose not a con.'.
You transmit '*Sounds rather angry* She should have spoken out earlier then.' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' (sound of head including radio unit hitting hte wall repeateddly.)'.
You transmit '*She sounds very concerned. "BRAWL?!"' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' (sound continues for a bit ) uh..sorry.. takin out aggression on wall (it continues then stops abruptly with static)'.
You transmit 'Brawl?' to Brawl.
Brawl transmits: ' *Static*'.
Oracle storms out of the city gates, her optic gleaming with anger. Her walk is very determined. She is muttering to herself.
Silentsteel has sat down next to one of the destroyed buildings, leaning against one of the remaining walls . . . just staring out at nowhere, thinking.
Attack Chopper enters and simply hovers at the highway's edge.
Oracle stalks down the highway angrily. Something has gotten to her, and no one has ever seen her /this/ mad before.
Silentsteel blinks, and looks up at the noise . . . a faint smile twitches at her face, and she murmurs softly. "Ah . . . the one who was tortured."
Oracle stops for a moment to blink at Silentsteel. "So I don't even have a name anymore. I guess the world's taking everything away from me now." She laughs slightly.
Silentsteel shrugs slightly, looking at Oracle. "It's simply the way you're called around the barracks at times, Oracle." Her tone becomes faintly wry. "And the reports focus on that, not your name."
You say, "Perhaps not, but I've always prefered my name. I used to think it was a nice one."
Silentsteel says, "Why not think so now?"
You say, "Well, if it's not used, it must not strike people as interesting or pleasant. But I don't have time to discuss my name at the moment."
Silentsteel nods, pulling up her legs to her chest and resting her head on her knees. "As you wish, Oracle."
You say, "Sorry to be rude and all, but for once I can't sit around and chat idly."
Silentsteel nods. "Be well, Oracle." She then turns her attention back to whatever she was thinking.
Oracle nods a farewell to Silentsteel and says almost cryptically, "I'll probably see you again soon, whether or not I pass by here again as quickly as I think I will." And with that she's off.
Oracle heads off towards the Production Highway, leaving Silentsteel behind. Her anger doesn't seem to wear down, but intensifies, her optics glowing bright.
Attack Chopper hovers in the air.
Oracle spots the Attack Chopper and gives it a curt nod, not even stopping to think whose alt mode it is. Anyone around Crystal City knows that Oracle is usually too peaceful and gentle-minded to get this mad easily.
Attack Chopper seems to start a little at Ora's mood.
Oracle mutters to herself, the word "Decepticons" jumps out like a blot of red on a white surface.
Attack Chopper transmits a radio message.
Attack Chopper transmits: ' Problem?'.
You transmit 'Something along those lines. I'm rather irate over something, and quite worried to be honest.' to Wildfire.
Wildfire receives a radio message.
Attack Chopper transmits a radio message.
Attack Chopper transmits: ' Oh? Doesn't sound good. Anything I can do to help?'.
You transmit 'No, this is personal.' to Wildfire.
Wildfire receives a radio message.
Patrol walks into the area humming a song.
Patrol blinks, "oracle you ok?"
Silentsteel looks up, spotting Oracle coming down the highway again. She waves casually to the angry femme.
Oracle narrows her optics. "I need to settle something personal."
Patrol frowns, "umm you want to talk about it?"
Oracle shakes her head. "Not really." and she continues on.
Silentsteel tilts her head, listening to the two.
Patrol sees Silentsteel and nods politly, then says to ORacle, "Umm will you tell me where you are going?"
Oracle shakes her head and keeps moving. Although she is moving quickly, it shouldn't be too hard to over take her.
Patrol yells, "oracle wait up"
Oracle slows down slightly, but doesn't stop moving.
You say, "Yes, Patrol?"
Patrol blinks, "Where is this chase taking us? And why?"
Oracle ignores the question and keeps moving. The most disturbing thing is that the verbally fluent Oracle won't talk.
Silentsteel moves along quietly after the other two, just listening.
Patrol hmms, "Well Oracle you want a ride there at least?"
Oracle stops and considers for a moment, her optics flashing with anger and a bit of concern.
You say, "I don't know."
Patrol looks worried, "I am the fastest militia member in my alt mode"
Oracle shakes her head. "If you knew where I was going, you'd probably just march me straight back into the city."
Patrol says, "I will even let you give the directions, I will listen to orders from you"
Oracle sighs. "Very well. Just remember, I'm not turning back."
Patrol frowns, "Damn it Oracle. I am your Friend by Primus. I want to help you."
Silentsteel moves up from behind the two, tilting her head to look at them, a vaguely curious expression upon her face.
Oracle sighs. "Okay, I'll tell you where I'm going."
Patrol nods, "tell me on the way."
Oracle gets inside Patrol's alt-mode...Red Tec-Car.
Oracle sounds very determined, almost defiant, as she says, "I'm going to Tarn."
Patrol says, "well we are on our way wanna tell me why?"
Oracle says nothing for a moment. "I think they've done something to Brawl, and I want to find out what it is. His radio went dead."
Patrol says, "Brawl?? This isn't good ok what are we doing to tarn?"
Oracle says, "I'm not sure...I'm just going in there."
In side from the window you see the terrain whip by at a very fast pace
Red Tec-Car suddenly screachs to a halt., "We are there."
Oracle get's out of Tec-car.
Red Tec-Cardoor opens to allow Oracle out. and then transforms.
Patrol looks around, "ok now what?"
Medical Jet transforms, and lands behind the two. "Interesting."
Patrol looks around some more, "This place looks alot diffrent then Polyhex."
Silentsteel steps around to in front of them, her expression neutral. "Quite an unusual location to choose to come to."
Oracle seems startled at the appearance of Silentsteel. She nods. "Yes, it is. Not my ideal place to be."
Silentsteel says, "Then why come here?"
Patrol hmms, "I wonder....Triage owes me a favour...."
You say, "That's personal, but I'm certainly not here to entertain myself."
Silentsteel folds her arms, her expression going from neutral to just plain emotionless. "You two are planning on entering, is that not correct?"
Oracle doesn't answer...she is busy studying the gates.
Patrol grimices at the idea...."yup"
Silentsteel says, "The gates are rarely used, to be blunt."
Oracle doesn't look at Silentsteel as she asks, "How so?"
Patrol looks over at oracle, "All cons can fly."
Oracle nods. "Right...I forgot about that for a moment."
Silentsteel says, "We do not need to open the gates, so we just don't use them."
Oracle would chew on her lip if she had one. "This /could/ present a problem." She pushes against the gates.
Patrol looks over at Oracle with a worryed look, "I Was just informed that if we dont go soon Shockwave himself will come out to del with us."
Oracle smiles strangely...half-madly. "Okay. We'll leave." She backs away from the gates, but remains in clear sight of them.
Patrol backs away from the gates.
Patrol transmits a radio message.
Patrol receives a radio message.
Patrol transmits a radio message.
Silentsteel watches the two back away, her expression unchanged.
Oracle looks at Patrol. "Who informed you of this?"
Patrol looks over at Oracle, "Triage is to busy to help us at the moment...It was bracer. he claims it was from Onslaught"
Oracle rolls her optics angrily. "Why doesn't anyone talk to me directly."
Patrol shrugs, "Wanna try polyhex?"
You say, "I don't think Brawl was in Polyhex."
Patrol nods, "I can get us in to polyhex"
Silentsteel listens to what she can hear of the conversation (quite a bit) silently.
Oracle sounds annoyed. "I don't /want/ to go to Polyhex...I have no reason to go there. I want to find out what happened."
Patrol looks over at silentsteel, his eyes go up her form..pausing sometimes in certin spots and then eventuly to her optics, "Hi there...I dont sappose you could help us?"
Silentsteel says, "With what?"
Patrol shrugs and with a thin smile on his face, "Well My friend and I need some information that I think you would be able to give us."
Silentsteel says, "Such as?"
Patrol says in a flirtaus voice, "Well it seems something has happend to my friends...companion..I belive his name is Brawl....I was wondering if you could ..I dont know...tell us if he is ok?"
Oracle just seeths in the background.
Patrol looks over at Oracle and wispers "calm down this might work"
Oracle calms down a bit and just looks anxious.
Silentsteel tilts her head, her expression without emotion. "He has not been mentioned in any of the reports, and I have not personally encountered him for some time."
Patrol nods, and says with a small grin, "I don't sappose there is a way you could..contact Onslaught for us and ask his condition?"
Silentsteel says, "Not likely . . . considering that both he and Triage are within the base at this point. I can check inside, if you wish."
Patrol nods, "That would be mot kind of you, I don't sappose My friend or I could accompany you?"
Silentsteel shakes her head. "I do not have the authority to do so. Please wait here." She then drifts upwards and onto the landing, disappearing inside.
Silentsteel has left.
Patrol looks over at Oracle, "See told you my charms work"
Oracle waits, pacing back and forth.
Patrol leans against a wall, with a grin on his face..occasinally he makes a face at some of the guards.
Oracle continues to pace back and forth, her expression changing from anger to anxiety.
Patrol looks over at Oracle, "So what happened?"
You say, "I was talking with Brawl over the radio because Brawl can't visit me in the City and he's been injured. Then he got distressed because Ghost told him that he wasn't allowed seeing me anymore. I heard some banging noise, then his radio went dead. I think something's happened to him."
Patrol nods, "makes sense to me."
You say, "What does?"
Patrol says, "why you came"
You say, "No one treats him fairly. They all take advantage of his blind faith and his slower mind."
Patrol nods, "I understand, but his family is in there."
Silentsteel lands lightly before the other two, then holds up a hand for silence, frowning faintly.
Silentsteel receives a radio message.
Silentsteel receives a radio message.
Oracle watches Silentsteel expectantly.
Patrol looks at Silentsteel giving her most of his attention.
Triage comes floating down from the landing platform to land beside Silentsteel. She does *not* look happy. "Right, what's up?"
Oracle is pacing around with looks of concern and anger on her face.
Oracle glances at Triage and can't speak for a few moments.
Triage looks at Oracle. "Start talking, now."
Silentsteel folds her arms, waiting for the two neutrals to speak.
Patrol blinks when Triage arrives he gives her an apolgetic grin, "Umm hi triage"
Oracle looks Triage in the optics. She looks just as *not* happy. "I want to know what happened to Brawl."
Triage looks at Patrol. "You're next," she snaps. "Better start working on a DAMN good reason why your'e here."
Triage says, "He's been confined to Con territory, just like the rest of us."Patrol blinks, "Next?"
Oracle shakes her head. "That's not what I meant."
Triage points at Oracle. "First she talks, then you." she says to Patrol.
Triage says, "What *do* you mean then?"
Patrol nods.
Oracle looks more concerned than angry. There's an almost frantic note to her voice. "I was talking to Brawl over the radio. He heard...some bad news...and was quite upset. Then I heard a series of loud banging noises and his radio went dead. I haven't been able to contact him since."
Triage's stern expression cracks slightly, becoming a grin. "...he picked a rather foolish way to turn it off, but he's fine."
Oracle quirks an optic ridge. "What would /you/ think if you were talking to someone who meant something to you and heard a bunch of loud bangings before their radio went dead?"
Triage says, "I've heard it."
Silentsteel grins slightly, thinking back . . . and of the possiblities of what Brawl did.
You say, "Well, wouldn't you be concerned if something like that happened to you?"
Triage says, exasperatedly. "Brawl shut his own radio off by beating his head against a wall. And yes, I was concerned when it happened...seeing as in *my* case it was an angry mob ready to tear through the CC militia house to get to Onslaught but *I* didn't go rushing off blindly into the situation and drag someone else along into Primus only knows what. You *DO* realize you couldv'e been shot right?" She neglects to mention that she *would* have gone running if Onslaught hadn't talked her into staying put.
Patrol rubs a spot on his chest when Triage mentions getting shot.
Oracle glances over Triage. "I have never been one to restrain myself. I'm only of a consequence to myself...I don't have to worry about pleasing a faction or a boss. And somehow getting shot seems like a trivial thing compared to what /might/ have been wrong. I've seen how some people are treated in your faction, and I wouldn't doubt it if something dire had happened to Brawl other than his own temper."
Triage says, "Only of a consequence to yourself? Then what do you call him? *points to Patrol* You brought him with you, he's YOUR responsibility."
You say, "That was his idea. I meant to come here along...just in case there were consequences, and I was certain there would be."
Triage says, "You're damn lucky there weren't. I suggest you leave now."
Oracle keeps her optics fixed on Triage, as though wondering if this /is/ Triage she's actually talking to. Her optics glow with anger, hurt, and ... something else.
Patrol shrugs, "I know its not my turn but I can take care of myself."
Silentsteel makes a faint gesture at Patrol . . . along the lines for him to be quiet. She's watching Triage and Oracle interact with quite a bit of clinical interest.
Triage's optics blaze a bright blue. "We can't come to CC because of what happened between you and Lunar. I don't know or care why you want to protect him for what he did. He's a loose cannon who deserves to be brought in and shot for what he did to you not let loose to do it again. Which he will."
Patrol nods at Triage's words.
Oracle raises her voice and both optic ridges. "Why does everyone keep bringing up that slagging incident? Will it never stop haunting me?"
Silentsteel says, "Not for some time yet . . . or until Lunar does something worse."
Patrol frowns, "If you would just tell us where he is or to come in by himself it will all end."
Triage says, "Because that 'incident' has more of an effect than you seem to realize. That 'incident' has caused a rift between us and Crystal City that may NEVER be repaired because that...*face twists*..that MONSTER decided to play some sick game with you. Do you understand that? He will do it AGAIN, to someone else, someone who won't be so damned forgiving of his habits."
Oracle narrows her optics, her voice becoming the high pitched voice of a temper...a temper no one knew she had. "That was something entirely personnal. It had nothing to do with Decepticons, or the City, or anything but me...and him. I don't see how it's any of your businesses." She casts a glance at everyone.
Triage says, "It's our business you silly little twit because, like it or not, Lunar is a Decepticon and you are an Unaffiliate. He doesn't care about you, if that's the delusion you have. He hurt you because he could."
You say, "I never believed /that/...I would be insane to do that. Just because he wears a symbol, doesn't mean he can't be a person outside of that symbol. The symbol doesn't make the mech...or the femme."
Triage says, "He's a monster, period."
Oracle makes a remark that she wouldn't have if she had been in her right mind and temperment. "Isn't that what the Decepticons breed...monsters? I'm begining to think so."
Triage says, "Sometimes, yes...and when we do, we put them down as fast as we can. Where is he? Or do you want the next person he plays iwth to be some unaffil kidlet?"
Silentsteel speaks quiet calmly in response. "That seems to be true of at least half."
Patrol blinks when he heres what oracle says...."ummmm Oracle i think its time we went home"
Oracle laughs sarcastically. "What's the point?"
Triage says, "The point is you selfish little...*growls* the point is you don't seem to give a damn about anyone but yourself. Leave. Now."
Oracle keeps her optics on Triage. "He can't do anything at the moment. Not with the whole of Cybertron hunting him down."
Silentsteel snorts, but remains silent.
Patrol frowns, "Oracle you got the answer you were looking for now i think its time you went home. I wont stand here and watch two of my friends fight."
Triage says, "Listen to him Oracle...but think about this, if you know where he is and if he gets away, and hurts someone else. it's *YOUR* fault."
Oracle looks at everyone, as though confronted by strangers. Her head sags slightly. "I give up...I'll just go home now and stay there. I suppose I should have taken that hint long ago." Her voice is suddenly very small and insignifigant, all the anger and passion faded out.
Triage says, "Oracle...if you know where he is, tell someone. End this now."
Patrol nods, "Just get some rest. Want me to give you a lift home?"
Patrol shifts and turns into a Red & White Tec-Car.
Oracle nods numbly to Patrol and gets inside, not saying another word to Triage, or even daring to look at her anymore.
Red Tec-Car says, "Sorry bout this Triage I didn't mean to disturn you. If either of you two are allowed back in the city come by the blaster and I will buy you a drink or two."
Triage sighs. "..s'okay Patrol, just...keep her in your territory ok? Don't want anybody getting shot 'cause one of our people gets twitchier than normal."
Red Tec-Car beeps, "Yhea like I was last couple of times i visted polyhex. I still owe Darkraid a few words."
Red Tec-Car starts driving away very fast.
Oracle remains silent.
They enter the city but Patrol dosnet slow down yet.
Red Tec-Car skids to a halt in front of your place.
Oracle wearily gets out of the car.
Oracle sighing she walks to her house and in the door.
Patrol looks after oracle, "its ok."
Oracle just shrugs and walks in.