December 3rd
((Talisman, Kimakaze, Starfire, Wildfire, Phalanx, Duskstalker, Onslaught, Ghost)) (U,D,U,U,U,U,D,D,)

Oracle is taking a walk.
Talisman strolls out of the Militia house, after re-decorating his office. He has his hands clasped behind his back, and he's whistling some odd tune.
Oracle looks preoccupied...an expression that's become a normal part of her face these days.
Talisman continues to stroll along towards the gates. He sees Oracle and calls out, "Hi, Oracle! How are you this fine day?"
Oracle looks over to Talisman. "Well enough."
Talisman nods, though the lines around his optic crinkle slightly, "Anything you need to talk about, Oracle?"
You say, "Not really, but thanks for asking. What have you been doing as of late?"
Talisman shrugs slightly, responding, "Nothing much. We're not having any overly dramatic crisis, and all I have to do is paperwork, paperwork, paperwork." he grins slightly.
Oracle smiles back. "Which is worse, the crisis, or the paperwork?"
Talisman chuckles. "The paperwork, of course. The crisi are just small, remodeling things, nothing exciting at all. I sometimes wish I was back in my soldiering days... then I remember how badly I got wounded every time I went out, and change my mind."
Oracle laughs. "I see. Well, if I /had/ paperwork to do, I would prefer it to my present situation."
Talisman cocks his head, looking slightly worried, as he inquires, "Present situation? Anything you wish to tell me about?"
Oracle shakes her head. "Lately Militia members haven't been very sympathetic towards me."
Talisman seems slightly caught off-guard by that, and actually stumbles backwards slightly, saying, "Who isn't being very sympathetic to our citizens?"
You say, "They just don't have sympathy for me since the Lunar incident."
Talisman frowns slightly, seeming rather confused about that. "I don't see why that would change their view any..." he then shrugs and brightens slightly. "Well, I'll have a talk with them about it, Oracle."
Oracle waves her hand dismissively. "It doesn't matter much...I don't blame them."
Talisman nods, "Well, I still think I should talk to them about it..." he looks at his old-fashioned chrono, and then frowns... "I really must apologize, Oracle, but I'm slightly late for a meeting..."
You say, "Not a problem. Have a good cycle."
Talisman waves, and turns to run off, "You too, Oracle! I hope to see you again soon!"
Oracle walks into the Militia house.
Kimakaze is sitting alone.
Oracle smiles to Kimakaze. "Good day."
Kimakaze nods "Greetingss."
You say, "How are you this cycle?"
Kimakaze shrugs "So so."
You say, "Are things any better for you within your faction?"
Kimakaze shakes her head "You're joking....right?"
You say, "I was in ernest."
Kimakaze sighs "No, it iss not."
You say, "Is it worse then? Or does it just stay the same and stagnate?"
Kimakaze shrugs "I'm scorned. they don't want to see me."
You say, "Are you still working with Militia then?"
Kimakaze sighs "I try to help if I am needed."
You say, "And do you want to rejoin the Decepticons, or are you content in Crystal City?"
Kimakaze shakes her head "I want to go back home. I *am* a Decepticon Agent."
You say, "And how might you accomplish this? Do you think there is a way they would let you back?"
Kimakaze just stares at nothing. "There might be. If I am scum long enough again, there MIGHT be a way to work my way back to being a respected officer.
You say, "I don't think scum applies to you. They might think of you that way, but I don't see how it applies."
Kimakaze nods "I am a highly skilled and qualified Agent in several areass. I know that."
Starfire comments quietly, "She was being silly, but not scum."
You say, "So what exactly was it that you did?"
Kimakaze shrugs "Can't recall anything. Oh - I saved brawl'ss life. Onslaught wasss furious.
Oracle looks a little upset. "Why would Onslaught be upset at you for saving Brawl's life? Brawl is /so/ loyal to Onslaught...more so than Onslaught deserves."
Starfire perks up a little as Wildfire arrives, taking her attention away from the doom-and-gloomers and waving to her. "Hi, Wildfire."
Oracle turns and nods to Wildfire, then turns back to Kimakaze, intently waiting her answer.
Wildfire walks in from the courtyard and looks up at the little gathering. She smiles to her cousin. "Hi, Starfire." She nods to her brother. "Hi, Phalanx."
Kimakaze shrugs at Oracle. "I don't understand hiss motivess."
You say, "What did he say to you at the time?"
Starfire ohhhhhhhs and turns quickly to see Phalanx. She salutes him precisely, then relaxes a bit and smiles. "Hello, Commander."
Phalanx lifts his head from the datapad he was reading at the sound of the greeting. His optics narrow slightly as he nods slightly in return.
Oracle nods to Phalanx absently.
Wildfire turns to Phalanx. "Oh, I just talked to Uproar...he's none to happy about the entire pamphlet thing and extends his apologies to you and the mayor."
Starfire listens curiously, not recalling anything about any pamphlets.
Phalanx grimaces slightly and nods, "It was rather blatant, even for Autobot propaganda."
Starfire says, "Propaganda?"
Wildfire nods. "He doesn't seem to think that it was any of the regular troops and is kind of determined to track whoever launched the missiles down. He asked if we could send him the trajectories that our survaillance systems picked up. Not unreasonable, right?"
Kimakaze just shrugs and doesnt seem to feel like comunicating. "Don;'t remember. I was SHOT you know."
Phalanx shakes his head slightly, "Not at all, though only after we've obtained all the information we can." He then looks to Starfire, nodding, "Yes, propaganda."
Oracle sounds incredulous. "You were shot! For saving Brawl?"
Wildfire nods. "Also he says to tell you that if there's anything they can do to make amends, we should tell him or Elita."
Kimakaze nods "I wass imnprisoned and shackled and shot. TWICE."
Wildfire grins. "I was thinking of fining them for littering, myself. Any other ideas?"
You say, "And you are certain it was for saving Brawl? I don't mean to question you, but it just doesn't make sense to me."
Phalanx turns back to Wildfire, shaking his head once more, "That won't be necessary." He grimaces again, adding, "I only hope that this is an isolated incident."
Kimakaze nods "Oh yess. It was VERY political.
Wildfire grins. "If Uproar gets a hold of them, it will be. He was -not- happy."
You say, "Political? How so?"
Wildfire turns to Starfire and smiles. "Have they started installing all the lab stuff yet?"
Starfire shakes her head. "No, it takes a medic/technician to hardwire it into my own sensor systems. Not the Hexalop, though. That can just be stowed in my hold."
Kimakaze shakes her head "I can't tell you that.
Oracle nods her head. "I understand...it's something not fit for the unaffil public, right?"
Wildfire nods. "Sounds great. Let me know if I can be of any help." A thought strikes her and she laughs. "I saw Bracer earlier and I'm glad to say he's recovered...poor guy."
Starfire makes a face. "I'm not sure I want to take him anywhere any more... Spacesick, for sure."
Phalanx's optics narrow slightly, his attention now falling on the Decepticon, "I thought your presence here was only authorized until the situation with the rogue had been resolved?"
Oracle glances at Phalanx as he addresses Kimakaze.
Wildfire grins. "No kidding. I had -no- idea it was that bad." She notices the shift in the mood and turns to look at Kim and Phalanx, interested in where this is going.
Kimakaze nods to Oracle. "yess." Then she glances up at Phalanx from where she is sat in her corner. HER Corner, which is precisely what it is. "Those details are classfied."
You say, "Would it be breaking any sort of policy if you were to tell me whether or not Brawl had done something to anger or discrace the Decepticon Chain of Command?"
Kimakaze says, "Brawl wass following hiss orderss."
Phalanx offers a tight smile, noting, "I suggest that you share those 'details', or I'll be forced to contact your command and have you removed."
Oracle looks angry for a moment, then calms back into her usual, ponderous look. "I see. Perhaps I will understand one of these day, but I don't want to ask you anymore questions you are not permitted to answer."
Oracle fixes a gaze on Phalanx.
Wildfire winces at the phrase 'disgrace the Decepticon CoC', but rallies magnificently and is soon looking at the proceedings with the same interest as before.
Kimakaze winces slightly behind her visor and raises it to Phalanx. "FINE then. I'll go. If I make you feel 'scared' ass well. They say that freaks bring out the insecurity in otherss."
Phalanx hehs, "I'd hardly consider this act of yours frightening. Humorous, perhaps, but not frightening."
Starfire is looking slightly disgusted herself. She knows most of the very public details and is rather unimpressed with Kimakaze's version of what happened.
Oracle lapses into silence and listens.
Kimakaze raises an optic servo. "That'ss no problem, to me. Politicss is a dangerous game and not one which i am prepared to play."
Kimakaze stands back up to her full height, and stifening her bladed arsenal about herself, she nods a slow nod towards Phalanx. "I bid you farwell, Mech." She turns on her heel and walks towards the exit.
Oracle turns as well, to follow Kimakaze.
Wildfire rolls her optics as if to say 'oh, the drama'.
Phalanx shakes his head dismissively and turns looks back to his reading, noting as the Decepticon leaves, "If you have any *official* business here, you're welcome to keep in touch."
Oracle takes a glance back at the Militia members in the room, and smiles slightly as she remembers a conversation she had earlier.
Kimakaze doesnt glance back but hisses, "I no longer DEAL in businesss of *ANY* sort. Good cycle."
Kimakaze has left.
Starfire rolls her optics.
Starfire says, "When I acted like that, my big brother would smack me."
Oracle follows on out after Kimakaze.
Kimakaze just keeps on walking.
Oracle continues to follow Kimakaze...so she has a warped sense of things, so sue her. :)
Kimakaze sists down beside the gate posts and makes herself a little niche.
Oracle stops when Kimakaze stops.
Kimakaze asks "Why are you following me?"
You say, "Because I belive they treated you rudely, and besides, I think I've fallen into the ill favor of the Militia."
Kimakaze sighs "Look - I could have killed each and every single person in that room, if I had felt like it. But all I want iss for my own people to take me back."
You say, "If there is anything I can do to assist the hastening of that event, I will be more than willing."
Kimakaze shrugs "Not unless you can get Lunar to ome back with me."
You say, "I thought the trial was already in Decepticons' hands."
Kimakaze says, "But if Onslaught handles thiss, he will take all the credit and I shall remain in punishment."
You say, "You did your best considering the circumstance of my stubborness."
Kimakaze says, "I am the only one with the skillss to break the ice. Everyone else simply wantss to kill him."
You say, "Have you been in to see him recently?"
Kimakaze shakes her head "I can't. I have been alone."
You say, "Perhaps I should take you with me next time I see him. Or is there a message you want me to present to Lunar?"
Kimakaze shakes her head "There iss no point in trying any longer. It's /over/. I'm simply not good enough at Politicss."
Oracle shakes her head. "Perhaps that isn't your area to shine, and if it isn't, why should that be held against you?"
Kimakaze says, "Because I have been pushed out of the nest."
You say, "But what is your primary function, and are you more than competant at it?"
Kimakaze mutters, "I am a neutral messanger, a spy, an Interrogator, a biochemist, a biotechnician, a chemical weaponss expert, a medic, and a martial warrior.
Oracle widdens her optics quite a bit. "You sound as though you have quite a resume. I don't understand why your faction would not want you among them."
Kimakaze sighs "Because I am not quite the femme I used to be, iss why. I have quite a temper. I do not adjust well to being given orderss."
Oracle smiles grimly. "That seems to be the worst sin to have against the Empire. They can handle violence, but problems obeying orders seems to bother them the most."
Kimakaze nods "I know. I just need some rest. I'll think of a way back."
You say, "Remember that I'll offer you any assistance I can. I will leave you to your rest."
Mecha-Feline opens her optics and yawns.
Kimakaze curls into a black pod and goes to sleep.
Oracle shrugs to herself and walks away so as not to disturb Kimakaze.
Mecha-Feline gets up and trots after Oracle.
Mecha-Feline says, "Merow."
Oracle turns and notices Duskstalker. She pats her on the head. "Hello Duskstalker."
Mecha-Feline mrrs. "Oracle."
You say, "How are you this cycle?"
Mecha-Feline says, "I am well. How are you?"
You say, "Not bad, a little more worrisome than I used to be, but that's becoming the norm."
Mecha-Feline says, "Worrisome about?"
You say, "Just all the little ripples I'm causing."
Mecha-Feline says, "Explain."
You say, "Well, the whole incident with Lunar seems to reach further than I thought it would. It didn't just concern me, but ending up concerning so many others."
Mecha-Feline nods. "Astute observation."
You say, "But it shouldn't have turned out that way."
Mecha-Feline's tail flicks. "But it did."
Mecha-Feline considers you with animal patient and quiet. Tail every so often flicking.
Oracle nods her head. "I know...I didn't ask most of the people to involve themselves, but they did so regardless of my wishes."
Mecha-Feline says, "i trust they all have their reasons for doing so. Either out of concern for Lunar or concern for you."
You say, "Or concern just for justice. I think justice is a rather cold word now... I didn't used to though."
Mecha-Feline says, "I've voiced my concern for justice to Wildfire. Whether or not her claims of the Militia making it a fair trial is still in question."
Oracle nods. "I've heard it was to be a Decepticon trial."
Mecha-Feline says, "They can try him if they wish, but only after Crystal City citizens have their say."
Oracle nods, becoming ponderous.
Mecha-Feline watches you quietly.
You say, "I guess I'll just have to wait until I am informed of the development of the situation either way."
Mecha-Feline nods. "Yes."
Mecha-Feline gets bored and stalks off.
Onslaught transmits: 'Oracle, this is Onslaught. I wish to discuss this note of yours, in person.'.
You transmit 'Certainly.' to Onslaught.
Onslaught transmits: 'How well do you know your way underground?'.
You transmit 'Not at all.' to Onslaught.
Mecha-Feline nods to the harmless hermit type. Purring.
Onslaught transmits: 'To the ruined outpost.. Then look for a small hatch tunnel underneath a old surplus drainage shaft.. I am quite close to there.'.
Oracle nods to Duskstalker, but continues on her way, a look of consternation on her face.
Mecha-Feline watches quietly.
Ghost is leaning against a wall, peering at a collapsed section of the tunnel, optics a dark violet.
Oracle climbs down into the underground area.
Onslaught isn't visible anywhere. As a matter of fact, the only thing our poor femme sees are the dark violet optics of Ghosterly.
Ghost's optics brighten slightly as the sounds of movement meet her keen audios.. The con commander purses her lips and waits, listening for the approach of footfalls.
Oracle reaches the bottom and glances around. She doesn't see Onslaught, whom she is expecting, but she sees darkness.
Onslaught glances over to Ghost, keeping his optics covered with night vision enhancements, before he merely nods an affirmative to Ghost. He waves two fingers foward, making a cut throat gesture and a thumbs up after insuring she came alone.
Oracle feels around the walls to get an idea of how large this area is. After a few moments she says, "Hello."