IHQ Central Chamber

At the center of the main level is a massive octagonal central chamber. The large column that houses the turbolift is at the center of this chamber, ringed by eight symmetrical walls. On five of the eight walls are large double doors, and above each door hang banners of the Empire. Images of High Command adorn the remaining three solid walls. On the central wall opposite the entrance hall is the image of Lord Galvatron, standing triumphantly over Cybertron. On the wall between the Med Bay and the Assembly Room is the image of Shockwave and Soundwave, both standing at attention as though waiting for orders. On the opposite wall, between the doors to the Troop Hall and the Officers Hall is the image of Scourge and Cyclonus, standing ready to do as Lord Galvatron commands.

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Obvious exits:
North <N> leads to IHQ Officers Hall.
Northeast <NE> leads to IHQ Assembly Room.
South <S> leads to IHQ Main Entrance Hall.
East <E> leads to IHQ Med Bay.
West <W> leads to IHQ Troop Hall.
Elevator Doors <ED>

Scrapper is coming out of the medbay, datapad in hand. He doesn't seem to be paying much of attention to his surroundings. What is it with techs and absent-mindedness? Although he does notice Shockwave. Ack! Still need to get around to building that mass-launching device. Maybe if Scrapper acts really small, Shockwave won't notice him and will forget to ask about that.

"Commander Scrapper." Shockwave calls out the Constructicon. The point of light an otherwise featureless hexagonal face is fixated square at the green Transformer's head. "You have yet to report the status of the work order I have assigned you to. What is your reason."

Scrapper is stuck. Scrap! He pauses in his walking and manages to stammer, handling the datapad nervously, "I, well, you see..." What was it he and Arachnae were talking about? "...I've been having a little trouble locating a secure area to test and construct your, ah, 'device'."

The cyclopean stare of Shockwave offers little sympathy for Scrapper's explanations. It is a harsh, icy glare capable of peeling away the layers of anxiety, laziness, and lies like so much stinky onion. He cannot express himself, yet you know he disapproves. "You are correct. The proximity of the Autobot base in the Warrens would not provide adequate discretion for building and testing weapons. Effective immediately, I have reassigned you and Captain Mixmaster to Charr until you have completed the weapon and ensured it will perform its intended function well."

Scrapper's optic band cycles a blink. Okay, he wasn't expecting... that. As less painful than some of the other options as it is, Scrapper can't help but recall, 'The Pit is other Decepticons.' And he's going to be stuck with Mixmaster? Sob. "Hey, wait... you're just going to split up the team like that?" What ever will Scrapper do without Long Haul to play go-for and Hook to tell him he's doing everything wrong and Bonecrusher to mope around without a player and Scavenger to dig holes?

"Affirmative." Shockwave states. "Unless you can provide adequate justification that the remainder of the Constructicon team will expediate construction and testing of the weapon, they are better served remaining on Cybertron."

Scrapper toys with the datapad nervously. Trying to sound as convincing as he can, which isn't very, he says, "We do work as a team," when they're not bickering or slacking off as a team, "And the more manpower behind the project, the more that can be accomplished," and too many chemists spoil the energon, "and, ah, it'll look kind of odd on the records."

Not very at all. Shockwave does not seem moved by Scrapper's explanations. "The aesthetic quality of your personnel records are none of my concern, Commander. However, I will take your claim into review. The Constructicon team will be posted to Charr for the duration of construction and testing. Complete it in due time and I will see to it that all Constructicons are included in future orders."

Scrapper scuffs at the floor with a foot. What good is being High Command if he just gets shoved around by spaceguns? Still, at least he'll have more than Mixmaster to order around. That's vaguely heartening. They might actually accomplish something! Scrapper confirms, "We'll see it done." Just think of this as a vacation... a vacation that involves lousy accommodations and heavy ordnance. "I'll go get my things ready for the trip over?"

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