2k5 - Saturday, August 17, 2002

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Olympic Stadium(#2563 RDLntFMN)

 

    

     Vast and large, this circular stadium is to house the main events for the Monacus Olympics. Stands surround the center field, with chairs ranging from small sizes to much larger ones, able to seat Transformers of nearly every size. In the very center of the stadium is a raised platform about 30 meters (100 feet) on each side, obviously some sort of fighting arena. Ringing this platform is a wide, level expanse with different numbered rows, which borders the outside of the stands. And yet there is still a lot of empty space in the arena.

     Outside of the stadium are abandoned buildings, the remains of an area that Pangalactic Industries is in the process of rebuilding.

 

People:

Cyclonus         Hook             Twin Twist       Hot Spot       

 

Objects:

Alien Horse-Spider        Miztli Man-Beast          Time Out Room           

The stands                med tent                  Combat Pit 2            

Race Track 2.0            Combat Pit 3              Combat Pit 1            

Commentator's Booth     

 

Obvious exits:

 West <W> leads to Monacus Highrise Hotel.

 South <S> leads to Last Chance Alley.

 East <E> leads to PGI Office Block.

Cyclonus makes his way into the stadium, looking around for some place to sit and watch the games proceed.

 

Hot Spot is shopping around, trying to find a good deal on fake cyclonus ears and a foam cannon, at least to make fun of the cons when they are not looking.

 

On the other hand, Twin Twist is not the giant wuss that Hot Spot is. This Jumpstarter won't wait to make fun of Decepticons when they're not looking, he'll do it when they /are/ looking! Of course, he's not doing that right now. Nope, Twin Twist is just chillin' on the side lines while some artist from Elendori-5 paints his portrait.

 

Hot Spot pays the merchant for the ears and the cannon with a few credits. He feels rather saucy today and slips on the ears over his helmet. They wobble a bit and are slightly a different color than the armor on Cyclonus but it's still a close match. He pulls the strap on the cannon loose and slips it over his lower arm and up to the elbow to sinch it up tight then velcros it on. He looks at the cannon and says, "Nice, good high quality manufactured fluff.

 

Cyclonus makes a sideways look over towards Hot Spot's general direction, when he notes what the stand the Autobot is at sells. Well, this just won't do. He walks towards the little hut of gifts, and asks the thing behind the table, "I'm looking for a target to practice with. Something with a custom face on it. Can you produce such a thing?"

 

The Merchant nods, and Cyclonus gives the obligatory smile. "Perhaps you can take a picture of this ... object right here" he says as he motions to Hot Spot. "It's face would make a rather nice place to aim weapons, don't you think?"

 

Hot Spot turns around and waves the cannon at Cyclonus, well he could be pointing, from the looks of it you couldn't really tell them apart. He frowns under his mask saying, "Hey there Cyclonus, this is all a bit of harmless fun." He takes off the ears and holds them out saying, "You want it?"

 

Cyclonus turns to face Hot Spot, a more than perplexed look on his face. "Are mine not good enough?" he motions to his own ears. He might not be albe to start a flat out fight, but by Primus, he's gonna screw with people while he can. "They do seem more believable than your do." He tilts his head just slightly to the left and raises his left brow.

 

"So, Twin Twist, how can you nearly be as fast as your brother? You don't look it in the least." The artist asks as he strokes the canvas with a swab of light grey.

 

"Well, trooh ta mah name, ah have two enginz." Twin Twist replies as he holds his pose. "As yew undouhtably know, ah also have two augahs." He smirks and tilts his head to the left, "Ah also have two homes on Cybatron, two quarters on Urth, ah always drink mah energon in twos, an' ah feel dere is no shame in punchin' a Duhceptikon twice." The Autobot snickers.

 

Gargoyle has arrived.

 

Sinnertwin has arrived.

 

Sinnertwin climbs down from the stands munching on a piece of them while holding a larger chunk of metal in his hand.

 

Hot Spot shrugs, "Mine are cheaper I guess." He frowns and puts the ears back flicking the top of one and says, "You can take my picture for target practice Cyclonus, I have a good full size picture of you and Galvatron in the protectobot lounge we use as a dart board." He considers it a bit and says, "Groove has the high score right now I think."

 

Cyclonus nods a few times, fully raising the brow now and giving another obligatory smile, "Well, at least one of your group can aim like our worst Seeker, Hot Spot. Congratulations. You must be so proud." Make no mistake, Cyc is loving this. The trick is, to get Hot Spot to be the first one to lose it.

 

Gargoyle walks in from the hotel, actually. He is grumbling to himself as he makes for the entrance to the alleyway.

 

Hot Spot doesn't loose it, he's keeping it all underwraps and will blow off steam on Blades in the training room after he gets back to earth. A notible twitch does start on one optic ridge however. He lifts the cannon and says, "I wonder if this works like he promised." He reaches over and hits the switch on the cannon and fires out a nurf projectile at Cyclonus, "Hey, it works. Same amount of firepower as Galvatron too. I'm impressed. This thing acts just like the real one."

 

Cyclonus comes back quickly, and with little pause, "So that means it must be half as powerful as Rodimus Prime's biggest gun. Impressive. I wonder if he has a replica of that. I could always use one for Sped. After all, we can't have the poor fool hurting anyone, now can we?"

 

Gargoyle spots Hot Spot talking to Cyc, and he slows, curious as to what was going on.

 

DepthCharge arrives from the Last Chance Alley.

DepthCharge has arrived.

 

Hot Spot sees the projectile fired from the cannon only fly half way between Spoot and Cyc and fall to the ground with a soft thud. "Awww...didn't make his target. Well, that's what you get when you use the galvacannon." He pulls off the cannon and says, "Maybe I can give this to Wheelie, he'll scare Rumble and Frenzy with it. They'll think it's the real thing." Raising an optic ridge, "Unless you want it? Who knows? Top Galvatron and win the empire with the nurf Galvacannon?"

 

Cyclonus rumbles, "With firepower like that, I could take over the Autobot faction, and return you all to your true calling in life. Cleaning the trash off the side of the road. Speaking of trash heaps, how is Iacon looking these days?" Well, when Cyc lets his ears down, they go all the way. And this is just more proof. "Still flat?"

 

Gargoyle lifts his optic brow at Cyclonus, more surprised as he now glances to Spot, then back again.

 

DepthCharge enters the Olympic stadium after an interesting night of exploring the casino establishments of this planet. He heads towards the stands in the hopes of getting a chance to rest and relax for a few hours and idly wonders what Hot Spot and Cyclonus are up to as he passes them. Ah well, it doesn't concern him.

 

Gargoyle glances to DC as the scientist passes him, and the seeker gives him a curt nod.

 

Hot Spot frowns not liking that one. He still has lots more in his 'bag o' insults' (tm). "Ya, about as flat as Trypticon is right now. Poor city, how many thousands of pounds of water flooded into his core? That must have hurt." He tisks and says, "And I wouldn't mind the trash, we clean up after the cons most of the time anyway."

 

Twin Twist continues posing for the alien drawing him.

 

DepthCharge returns the nod to Gargoyle as he passes. Yep, DepthCharge is popular with the Decepticons! Can you feel the love?

 

Cyclonus nods, giving off the impression that he might actually respect the quick wit of this Automated Robot. But that quickly goes out the window as he replies cooly, "It was a very nice display by the humans. Who knew they could be trained by so easily by such a sad group of so-called warriors. They impress me daily with their massive leaps in boldness. Not unlike you Autobots. But, as with their trainers, they'll end up no higher in the Galactic Food Chain than over-modified training drones. Doomed to be reset by their betters."

 

Spike has arrived.

 

Gargoyle turns and heads for the alleyway.

 

DepthCharge has left.

 

Spike comes striding down out of the stands just in time to catch Cyclonus's last comment. One eyebrow shoots up as he stares over at Cyclonus, obviously unimpressed. "This from a military commander who can't even keep his own bases in line. Why do I feel less than chilled by your boasts?"

 

"Ey-yo," Twin Twist comments. "Dems fightin' words where ah come from."

 

"Stop moving! You'll ruin the pose!" The artist exclaims.

 

Alien Horse-Spider snorts from nearby. That's why you use a camera, dolt.

 

Hot Spot tilts his head down slightly to looks at Cyclonus through shaded optics giving him a darker impression. The ears slip down then fall off completely, he's forgotten about that when humans come into play. He voice comes out in a growl behind his mask, "Listen Cyclonus, I'm only going to tell you this once. If you or 'any' of your 'little helpers' 'ever' hurts a human again. I'll make sure you'll end up in a smelter...personaly." He pulls the cannon off with a screech of velcro and holds the cannon out towards Cyc with two hands. Suddenly his hands come together as the cannon gets crushed between Hot Spot's massive pipes. Springs and shards of plastic fly out every which way as Spoot drops the crushed nurf toy at Cycs feet. "Understand?"

 

Lynx has arrived.

 

Cyclonus snaps his head down, his voice a low growl, yet not angry, just at warning levels now. "Please, little one. This is nothing more than a one sided battle of wits with an Automated Robot and myself." His voice takes on an innocent tone, as if to say he meant nothing by it. "Retrun to that cage they keep you in before you get accidentally stepped on by one of our less than concerned Seekers." Suddenly putting the Human out of mind, he returns his gaze to the angry Hot Spot. Game, set and match. He lets another smile cross his face, this time with a little feeling behind it. An Evil Feeling <tm>. "Please, Hot Spot. If you had that kind of power, you'd have used it ages ago. Why don't you and your pet go get something to drink on me." He reaches back and pulls out two creds, holding them in the palm of his open hand towards Hot Spot. "After all, we wouldn't want Rodimus to get upset at you for throwing the first punch in the middle of this Galactic show of good will, would we?" He moves his free hand in a semi-circle to show the rest of the stadium.

 

Clanking out of the stadium is a large bluish creature about the size of Ultra Magnus with an extra foot or two of legnth. His golden head and dark blue optics shimmer in the always bright lights of the stadium. His orbs lock onto Hot Spot as he waves a paw, "Greetings, Hot Spot."

 

Spike snorts at Cyclonus's show of bravado. "Cage? Hardly... Unlike some people here, my will has always been my own. I can only imagine what it feels like to be bent and broken until your mind and spirit are no longer yours to claim. And if your seekers care to try for my life again, feel free. Lord knows they've attempted that feat enough times... and failed miserably each time."

 

Hot Spot looks down at the credits, no matter how vile this con is, he does have a point. He's letting those emotions of his go off the deep end just about. Taking the credits, well at least they'll repay him for the loss of the cannon toy he says with a gruff voice, "Ya, whatever." Yes, Cyclonus has won, for now, but he'll be back. With Defensor even, then just you wait! Storming off he even forgets to grab his ears! Oh well, some kid can always take them and have fun.

 

Hot Spot has left.

 

Lynx shrugs and supposes Hot Spot was too occupied mentally to notice him. He pauses to glance around on who may have caused this disturbance and rolls his optics figuring it out quickly as he sees the big blue space bunny and growls internally.

 

Twin Twist just shakes his head as Hot Spot opts to storm off. "Wotta losah," he mutters. Of course, the sheer act of turning his head module throws the artist from Elendori-5 into a tiff. "You're a terrible specimen!" The artist alleges, waggling his psuedopod at the larger Autobot. "Forget it! I quit!" The alien wraps a tendril around his canvas and slides away on a trail of leaking mucus. Eww. "Wottdid ah do?" Twin Twist blinks his optics, shrugging in confusion.

 

Gargoyle leaves to Last Chance Alley.

Gargoyle has left.

 

Cyclonus watches as Hot Spot heads off. He steals a quick look down at Spike as he says, "Don't take it personally, little one." He raises his head and makes a few quick mental notes, then takes a few steps towards the stands, nodding towards Lynx as he does passes.

 

Lynx walks slowly by Cyclonus before stopping in his tracks and presses the matter of Hot Spot's wretched mind. "Chat with the Protectobot did you Cyclonus?"

 

Cyclonus turns around slowly, not really wanting to talk to the overgrown kitten. But, duty is duty. "As a matter of fact I did, Sky Lynx. That is okay, I hope."

Lynx nods. "Of course it is. It just entangles my complex mind of why Hot Spot would choose to speak to a thing as your self?"

 

Spike chuckles and moves on to a refreshment stand near the track. Insults makea man thirsty.

You say, "He obviously aspires to have intelligent conversation. Something I'm told isn't easily found in the Autobots ranks." Cyc knows that Lynx here can most likely make him hurt if this comes to blows, so he opts to not push him the same way he pushed Hot Spot. "I hope he didn't take it personally."

 

Lynx glares at Cyclonus. "Well you have been mis-informed. Obviously the intelligance of our units to not comprise of any equality to one as my self.. Yet your statement is still false. Now then what would he have to take personally.. Insult his brothers or something to that effect?"

 

Cyclonus shrugs, "Please. I wouldn't lower myself to such a level. I was simply defending my leader and troops from his verbal onslaught of falsities and half-truths. I'm sure you would do the same, in much the same fassion, were you in my place. After all, Cybertronians like us need not result to violence to solve our problems in the middle of such a place, do we?"

 

Lynx smiles and nods. "Correct you are. Just glad you didn't pull any of those oh so familiar tricks. I'm sure you defend your superiors a bit better then you hide." With that he strolls off.

 

Sinnertwin stands off to the side watching Cyclonus and Sky Lynx talking while he eats some pieces of metal.

 

Cyclonus smirks as Lynx turns. "We all have our weaknesses, Sky Lynx. Every last one of us."

 

Being within audial-shot of Cyclonus has it's advantages, such listening to Autobot higher-ups trying desperately to be witty before walking away. Twin Twist just shakes his head somberly and rests his head module in his right palm. "..ah whish Optimus wuz heah, he'd be able ta smeg Cyklonus bettah dan Hot Spot an' Sky Lynx evah could. Oh well, dis disappointment in mah superiors calls fo' a pair of drinks!" The Jumpstarter hops to his oversized feet and heads off to Speedy's Jacks.

 

Lynx continues walking not turning back. "If only that were true."

 

Cyclonus returns to his hike up to the seating level of the stadium. As he turns, he notices Sinnertwin for the first time. Giving him a perplexed look, he asks, "What are you eating?"

 

Sinnertwin holds out a piece of the metal. "You want some? Tastes very good."

 

Cyclonus nods, "I guess it was too much to hope that you had disposed of an Autobot. Ah well." He holds up a hand and shakes his head, "No. Perhaps you should go offer some to Sky Lynx. That would be his cup of energon."

 

Sinnertwin turns to face Sky Lynx, "Hey, you autobot, have some food" He throws the picec of metal at Sky Lynx.