Transformers2005 - Monday, December 15, 1997, 7:53 PM ----------------------------------------------------- Main Lobby - First Floor Contents: Tracks, DepthCharge Obvious exits: Mausoleum leads to Mausoleum. Small Doors leads to Human Lounge. Gravlift leads to Main Lobby - Second Floor. Large Doors leads to Barracks. Doors leads to Repair Bay. Blast Doors leads to AC Command Center. Blast Doors leads to Entrance to Autobot City. DepthCharge is looking about him, trying to work out what is causing the alarms. Tracks is standing with DepthCharge, looking around as well. Rodimus Prime . o O (alarm?) Tracks hmms. "I think its south of here, Depthcharge. in the Repair bay." Rodimus Prime clanks off the lift, his still-battered armor rattling slightly. "Some problem..?" he asks somewhat cluelessly. FX has arrived. Tracks nods. "There was a fire alarm..." FX stumbles into the city and smiles, "YoYo Hay Hay yeah! WHatzUp!" Tracks says, "Power loss and everything, from the report, thought I'd come see what was happening."" Rodimus Prime hmphs. "Nice of people to tell me these things." Tracks says, "Well, you know now, don't you? Anyways, I tyhink its south of here. I was about to check the repair bay..." Tracks moves south for the doors... FX quotes, "And knowing is half the battle! GI Joe!" Tracks leaves to the Repair Bay to the south. Rodimus Prime shrugs. "Convenient," he mumbles, shuffling after. You move south to the Repair Bay... Repair Bay Contents: Tracks, Ultra Magnus, Mini-Omega, Arcee, Viper, Maverick, Elita One, Mischief, Hoist, Sidearm Obvious exits: Shaft Downward leads to Training Chamber. Doors leads to Main Lobby - First Floor. OOC Training Room Note For some reason, the door to the training room seems to be non functional... just won't open, but you might notice a panel nearby the shaft has been open and apparently someone was tinkering with the switch and then rewired it. Gee, I *HOPE* no one's locked in there (hint, hint;)). Maverick looks up at the hatch, "Someone -tall- enough close the door!" Sidearm recommends, "Perhaps someone should call Hot Spot or Inferno here, sometime..." Arcee scrambles over to the door, jumping up to try and catch the bottom of it. Viper steps around UM and shifts his forcefield to a flat one, spanning the open doorway, "Hoist? can you pull that thing down?" Hoist goes over toward Ultra Magnus, "Ultra Magnus? Primus...he looks really bad..." Tracks steps in the door and looks around at the evident mess. Hoist looks over and goes to shut the door DepthCharge enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. Hoist says, "Alright..." Ultra Magnus is showing damage from actual weapons, instead of the dumbed down versions used by the training drone. Mischief crawls forward back under the table where it should still be safe and stares out at the mess, once again, both hands going up to cover her mouth so all you could see is wide blue optics. Rodimus Prime hovers in the doorway for the moment, a look of utter confusion on his face as he tries to figure out what the heck is going on. Maverick looks over Magnus, "What happened in there? It looks like you were hit by a bomb!" Hoist bangs closed the door to the training room, hefting the steel covering on top of it. Ultra Magnus says, "I..almost was... The training drone went berserk...And ...the door was ...locked. Couldn't...get out.." DepthCharge arrives and silently moves over to a coner, so as to make room for everyone else in the room Arcee tugs on the door, trying to get it closed. Viper immediately begins sifting thru the open panel beside the now closed door. He manages to manually activate the fire suppression systems. Tracks goes to the door and tries helping to close it as well... Elita One kneels down to assist Magnus. "Come on... get up... have to get you to a medbed." Hoist helps secure the door in place, "This should hold it..." Hoist says, "Get that fire extinguishing system on...is it damaged?" Ultra Magnus gets to his feet with Elita's help. He seems to be regaining his strength. Mischief emits a tiny sigh under the table, not really audible over the noisy chaos and shakes her small head. "It's going to be one of *those* days," she mutters to herself, pondering briefly her proximity to the exterior door. "One little mistake," she mourns. Viper looks over his shoulder, "Sidearm, start a drip feed and give him 30cc's of crystalafenin don't want him slipping into shock" Ultra Magnus shakes his head. "I'm fine. Just a little shaken up is all." Rodimus Prime clears his throat. "Uh... don't mind me or anything, but would someone mind telling me WHAT THE SLAG is going on?" Viper nods, "automated fire suppression is out, I've managed to get it manually on" Hoist moves over to the panel, noticing it was damaged from the heat, and starts to repair it Elita One mumrurs as she assists Magnus. "Ask Mischief." Sidearm pulls her scanner out and runs it over Magnus quickly. "What happened to you?" she asks. Under the table, someone dohs. Hoist looks over at Sidearm and Viper, wondering who these medics are. He quickly fixes the controls to the fire extinguishing system. Ultra Magnus says, "A fight with the training drone. A little deadlier than I thought it would be." Elita One asks humorlessly, "Tried challenging again?" Ultra Magnus says, "Actually, I won. Then, as I was ready to leave the training room, the power suddenly started flickering on and off, the drone, plugged into its port went berserk and practically launched itself at my back as I found the door locked." Hoist says, "Must have been some training session...wow." Elita One's expression is one of, "Shyah, right." Rodimus Prime coughs. "Mischief?" Arcee mentions over her shoulder, as she and Tracks work to get the door to the training room closed again...."I ran up to the Comm Tower, and shut the place down before the power surge reached the equipment there. It's all safe...I think." Sidearm continues running scans in order to get a better idea of Ultra Magnus's condition. Viper says, "wicked....remind me not to go train for a loooong time" Elita One orders in a tone that shows no quarter. "Mischief, front and cen-ter!" Maverick hmms, "You think it might have been sabotaged?" Mischief siiiiiiiiiighs, trudging out from under the table, hovering upwards so she doesn't feel quite so small as she shifts a guilty looking gaze between Rodimus and Elita. Mischief Standing all of her eight feet high, this tiny little bundle of exuberant energy beams back at you with brilliant blue optics and an infectious grin that's nearly as bright as the chrome-silver alloy that makes up most of her chassis. She has a splash of rainbow striping from her knee joints down to her feet, which seem to be fashioned to look like sneakers, and also from her shoulders to her finger tips. The rest of her torso has been stylized to look like light body armor on a human, though in the afore-mentioned chrome alloy, with a touch of Junkion penchant for piece-meal work. The bright yellow Junkion 'happy Autobot' symbol is patched on her left chestplate like a Star Trek (tm) communicator. On her helmet are two white wings, sort of like the FTD carrier symbol, but they could also be mistaken for pony-tails if you aren't looking too closely. She comes equipped with some sort of back- pack looking device on, complete with a bumper sticker that reads: My Other Car Is A Dodge Viper. Something of a recent addition, she's proudly wearing two 'track wings', much like Omega Supreme has, attached to her back so that she looks like a tiny Mischief Guardian. She seems to bounce wherever she walks, though mostly around optic level when in the company of bigger Transformers, reminding you of a colorful yo-yo. She waves at you as though she's got some sort of secret she's dying to share, then bounces off, quickly distracted by something else nearby. Maverick says, "It wasn't Mischief's fault... She said the door was broken and she tried to fix it.." Mini-Omega moves to stand by his friend. She may or may not have done this, but he won't let her face it alone. Hoist goes back to the counter and puts back an instrument into his tool chest Mischief points helplessly towards the panel hanging by wiring by the door leading to the training room. "I was trying to fix it!" she says in an overly shrill voice, flitting over and pointing into the wiring as if to prove it. "It wasn't doing anything so I tried to figure it out," she tries to explain. Rodimus Prime flicks a look at the door, still half-convinced this has got to be some kind of hallucination. "How did it get broken in the first place?" Elita One mutters to Ultra Magnus. Ultra Magnus waves Sidearm off. "I'm fine," he mutters. "Omega is more important right now." Tracks looks down at the tiny guardian. Sidearm lowers the scanner and shuts it off. "He'll be okay, Viper. I believe he's been through worse." Tracks looks back from his work to glance at Omega Ultra Magnus mutters to Elita One, "... fine.... wounds mostly.... are... after... last..." Elita One's features blank for a moment. She mutters to Ultra Magnus, "... fine." It is all she offers. Mischief whews, happy with the chance to point it out. She motions Rodimus over with a flurry of waving hands and points at the button again. "See? IwaslookingaroundandpusheditandnothinghappenedsoIthoughtitwasbroken,soIt ookitaparttofigureitoutandthenIwentintothewalland..." she zips quickly, then takes a breath. Hoist sighs, looking over at the broken panel, searching his tool box for an appropriate tool to fix it Rodimus Prime concludes in a deliberately slow tone to counteract the hyperactive explanation, "...aaand, almost got Ultra Magnus killed." Viper nods, "alright then" Mischief wilts a bit from her previous hopeful expression. "Butbut.... I didn't know he was in there! I didn't even know that's what it was for!" she protests..oO(There's that sinking feeling again...) Ultra Magnus says, "I'm fine, Rodimus. As Sidearm said, I've been through worse." Mischief adds weakly, "I just wanted to fix the switch..." Rodimus Prime ignores Magnus. "Look, do me a favor and don't 'fix' anything else unless you know what you're doing, all right?" Arcee sighs, leaning against the door to the training room now that it's closed...pausing to regain her energy, while listening to the conversation. Sidearm adds, "Just don't make a habit of it, Magnus." She glances at Mischief, scowling for a moment. Mischief nodnodnods vigorously. Mischief turns briefly to scowl at the switch and you can almost see the 'why didn't you tell me' thought process happen, then she peers back at Rodimus worriedly. Rodimus Prime sighs heavily to himself and waves a hand in Magnus' direction. "Start by fixing him. Hoist, see what you can do about that door." Sidearm says in a soft tone, "Hasn't he suffered enough?" Maverick steps over to Mischief. He mutters to Mischief, "... makes... _I_... it..." Hoist nods to Rodimus, "Gotcha...consider it fixed." Hoist grabs his toolbox and goes over to the door and mangled panel Ultra Magnus says, "You might want to check the training drone when you get a chance, Hoist. I trashed it rather badly." Hoist nods and sighs, "Alright..." Hoist kneels down and starts fixing the door, wrapping up from frayed wiring Rodimus Prime smirks faintly. "What'd you do, sit on it?" Ultra Magnus says, "Actually, I threw it into the wall." Tracks snickers at Rod. Ultra Magnus says, "Several times." Maverick says, "Is that what coused all that fire down there?" Arcee gives Rodimus a look, as if to say, 'That wasn't very funny'. Ultra Magnus nods to Maverick. "Yes." Slingshot appears to be using one." Hoist takes out a wench and puts some bolts on the door frame, pounding it back into shape Rodimus Prime gives Arcee an innocent shrug. "I wasn't aware he'd picked up any combat training beyond 'Ultra Magnus bash,' all right?" Mischief drifts back away from the front and center, grateful not to be front and center anymore, then settles on a table, pondering offering her help, then considers it _probably_ won't be accepted at the moment. Rodimus Prime turns an equally innocent smile at Magnus, his mood clearing somewhat now that he knows no one's on their death bed. Elita One smirks faintly, but remains silent. Ultra Magnus looks over to Rodimus. "Perhaps I should show you some of the more advanced combat training tecniques you seemed to have missed in your "Charge them yelling at the top of the lungs" years." Tracks snickers a bit more. Maverick smiles. You say, "That's just to distract them." Elita One says, "or draw attention to yourself." Mischief can't help it.. she giggles, then slaps her hands over her mouth again. Hoist welds something in place You say, "That, too... better they come after me than someone who can't handle it...." Ultra Magnus says, "Better they come after one of the other CoC members than the Commander of the Autobot army." Ultra Magnus seems to be pressing a point that he thinks Rodimus will pick up on. Elita One says, "Ok, Magnus, how about we just paint your armor with red and whiute concentric circles." You say, "Oh, quit hounding me, will you? I wouldn't be commander if I couldn't take on Galvatron myself." Arcee listens quietly, arms folded across her chest. However, the highly annoyed expression on her face indicates that she won't be able to maintain her silence for much longer, the way things are going. Omega Supreme states, "Ultra Magnus makes an excellent point. You are the leader of the Autobot forces. You can not place yourself in unnecessary danger." Tracks snickers at Elita's comment. Omega Supreme states, "Your ability to defeat Galvatron in combat has very little to do with your ability to lead." Rodimus Prime sputters in open indignation. "Why does this always come back to ME? I'm one of the best front-liners we've GOT. If I sit out, more people get hurt." Elita One says, "Leadership is not how much punishment you can take, Rodimus." You say, "Fine, whatever, but I can STILL take Galvatron. Find someone else who can do that and get back to me." Tracks nods to Elita. "If amount of punishment determined leadership, Omega Supreme or Metroplex would run things." Omega Supreme states, "Your injury has a greater effect on the forces as a whole than that of a lower ranked Autobot." Hoist fixes up and door and tests it, moving over to the ragged panel to repair that. Maverick nods, "You -are- good in battle. But that's not why you're leader. The Matrix chose you, -that's- why you're leader." Ultra Magnus lets other people take up the argument, hoping it will make a dent in Rodimus's thick CPU. Elita One's features almost seem to wince at Maverick's comment. Ultra Magnus mutters to Elita One. Rodimus Prime grinds his jaw. "I don't recall the WHY having anything to do with the WHAT." Ultra Magnus decides to step in...finally. "Excuse me, everyone, but it occurs to me that Hoist might use a little help in fixing the training drone. And Omega Supreme needs to be looked at by you medics to make sure he's still doing alright." Ultra Magnus says, "And I'm sure the rest of you could use some time refamiliarizing yourself with Metroplexes power systems, making sure they are still in once piece after this mess." Elita One shakes it off. "Rodimus..." she says, her voice trying not to waver as the comment seems to have struck home. "What you do as a leader is more important than the why. If you make yourself the biggest target on the field, then you will be the first one downed. There is a difference between suicidal tendencies and field leadership." Rodimus Prime sneers, "Fine, next time I'll sit out and keep my precious paint job safe and YOU can bury the people who die as a result." Tracks snorts a little at the precious paint job comment. Mischief hrms and wonders softly, "Can't we all just get along?" Rodimus Prime turns to stalk out, shouldering anyone between him and the door out of the way. Maverick notes Rod's and Elita's reaction to his comment and falls silent for a bit... After a while he says softly, "I'm sorry if what I said disturbed or offended anyone..." Sidearm considers the current conversation before saying, "Rodimus's ability to lead during a battle makes him needed out there. It's easier to coordinate what to do on the battle field, compared to sitting miles away and speaking through a communicator where it's possible not to get all the information out there or being cut off from someone jamming transmissions." Elita One suddenly, quickly reacts, without a conscious thought. Before Rodimus spins, her left hand flies up in an open handed slug at the Autobot Commander. Ultra Magnus gets up to follow Rodimus out of the room. You evade Elita One's backhand attack. Mischief quirks an optic after Rodimus, considering some dim memory, then shrugs it away. She BLINKS though the moment Elita raises her arm to swing at him. "HEY!" Ultra Magnus says, "ELITA!" Mini-Omega watches in silence as Elita tries to slug Rod Arcee blinks in disbelief. "What th --!!" Ultra Magnus lunges between Rodimus and Elita, trying to protect Rodimus from the blow Maverick doesn't react, pretty shocked at that... Elita One sputters, advancing on Rodimus. "How DARE you, mister!" she says quickly, "You have no idea Rodimus Prime of how many I have buried while you were out galavanting with some Femme, or off hang gliding!" Rodimus Prime swings his near arm up to intercept the incoming slap in an equal lightning reflex action, a sharp *clang* resounding as Elita's hand bounces off his forearm. "I don't know what you're talking about." Mini-Omega mutters to Mischief, "... Prime..." Ultra Magnus decides, at the last minute, not ot get in the way of this. Rodimus Prime casts Ultra Magnus a narrow look that suggests that might be a good idea. Ultra Magnus is torn between letting these two fight it out and pulling Elita off of Rodimus. Elita One says, "Of course you have no idea! You simply do not care!" Sidearm frowns slightly. "It's always interesting how people resort to violence during ...some situations. I was exposed to a lot of it during my time with the Decepticons." Tracks looks to Arcee, to Magnus, then to Omega, then wanders over closer to Omega. Arcee has had about enough....yeah. She stomps right on over to where Elita's confronting Rodimus. "I think you're making a SERIOUS mistake," she says to Elita coldly. Mischief gets this sudden... strained expression on her face as though caught between what's happening and the utterly hilarious comment Omega just made to her. She chokes. Rodimus Prime closes his hand around Elita's wrist and pushes it away, as though he's handing it back to her. "Of course I care," he says quietly, releasing her. "If I didn't care I wouldn't be out there getting hurt every battle." Mischief turns away from the scene, still choking and manages. She mutters to Mini-Omega, "I... don't... think.. uh..." Mini-Omega looks at Mischief, somewhat confused, but willing to go along with what she said. Rodimus Prime adds rather pointedly, "Since when did Optimus ever sit out a fight while other people threw themselves into combat for him?" Omega Supreme states, "Optimus Prime is dead." Elita One freezes, her energon running cold. Ultra Magnus puts a hand on Elita's shoulder. "Calm down.... Please." Mischief decides to take a seat on the table near Omega thinking things are about to become... well, just sad. Rodimus Prime glares at Omega. "I don't hear anyone complaining about his command style, though, do you?" Elita One says, "I had plenty of problems with it." she starts, her voice cold and level. "And he never listened either." she shoots a look at Arcee, "I suggest you stand down, young lady." Sidearm murmurs, "Not that anyone's listening, but I like it when Rodimus comes along on missions." Tracks nods. "Looks better for the commander to come out, than to just send a subordinate that might be termed a lackey by the public." Ultra Magnus says, "Elita, Rodimus, this might be better discussed in private..." Omega Supreme states, "It was indeed effective, but you must also remember the effect of his loss. Leadership was uncertain at the time of the coming of Unicron, when we required it the most." Elita One forces her shoulder from Magnus' grasp, pushing past Rodimus and on out the door. Arcee persists, for whatever reason...standing her ground. "I won't let you dismiss me -- not this time," she glowers to Elita. "This...this nagging you're doing -- you and Magnus! -- there's nothing /constructive/ about it. If you're not trying to help -- then, for Primus sakes, at least don't try to break things down!" Elita One begins retreating, leaving herself vulnerable to parting shots from Rodimus Prime, Ultra Magnus, Sidearm. Tracks gives Magnus a look after his comment on lackeys, then looks forward very quickly. Maverick takes a step backward to where Mischief and Omega are standing, looking a bit uncomfortable about the arguments and deciding the wisest thing right now would be to just remain silent... Rodimus Prime's temper boils in Omega's direction. "Oh, just relegate me to the point of non-importance, thanks." He turns back to snap at Elita, "And leave her alone. Not EVERYONE has to share your opinions around here." Tracks says, "Well, Rod, Omega has seen more than the rest of us, mostly. He knows what he's talking about." Mischief bristles slightly as slings and arrows come the way of her friend, but doesn't say anything. Elita One leaves to the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. Omega Supreme states, "My intention was not meant to lesson your importance Rodimus Prime, I am merely stating the facts as I know them." Rodimus Prime rants, "I don't do anything around here but bust my aft for everyone, get hurt defending people, do EVERYTHING I CAN to keep this army together, and what do I get? Ridiculed! Accused of not caring! I lay my life on the line because I believe in something and my own slagging chain of command BROWBEATS me for it! I have had ENOUGH!" Arcee sighs...some wispy smoke can be seen coming off the back of her neck. "I can't believe her, I can't believe she did that, what was she thinking, what's the matter with her anyhow? Oooohhh!!" Rodimus Prime clamps his jaw down, seething. Ultra Magnus tries to calm Rodimus down. "Rodimus, that is not what any of us meant." Omega Supreme states, "I believe you are misinterpreting our meaning, Rodimus Prime." Ultra Magnus says, "We are merely concerned with your safety." Arcee points at Magnus on the way out the door. "You started it -- you finish it," she says in a clipped tone. Then off she goes. Arcee leaves to the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. Omega Supreme states, "Agreed." Rodimus Prime stabs an accusing finger at Ultra Magnus. "Not you! YOU just meant that I'm incapable of doing this myself without you to guide me through every step of the way! News flash, Ultra Magnus, *I* am in command. Not. You." Ultra Magnus's optics flicker as the comment hits home. He actually backs up a step from Rodimus. Tracks looks over to the table. He mutters to Mini-Omega, " At least they're not shooting each other over... Decepticons..." Tracks grumbles a distinct "yet" after. Ultra Magnus actually seems at a loss for words. Maverick says quietly, "Perhaps you all just need a little time to cool down....?" Rodimus Prime lets the silence seep in for a good long moment, then adds in a seriously low tone, "You want me in command, you let me make my own decisions. I'm tired of you trying to puppeteer me." Tracks nods to Maverick. "You're probably right." From the table, Mischief holds up an arm, measuring to herself how tall Hot Rod was, then compares it with how tall Rodimus is, then shrugs to herself. Ultra Magnus has the grace to look slightly ashamed of himself. He still doesn't say a word, but he bows his head slightly as if agreeing to not try and strong-arm Rodimus into anything ever again. Rodimus Prime says quietly, "Get yourself fixed up." Rodimus Prime turns and walks out without further comment. You move north to the Main Lobby - First Floor... You move west to the Entrance to Autobot City... Entrance to Autobot City(#352 RntN) Contents: Statue of Optimus Prime(#2970 On) PlayCo Toys(#4717 O) Automatic Base Defenses(#3970 iOrM+) Obvious exits: West leads to Outskirts of San Francisco. Main Entrance leads to Main Lobby - First Floor. North leads to Landing Pad. Ultra Magnus enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the east. Sunrunner enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the east. Ultra Magnus erks, sees Rodimus standing there, and heads the opposite direction to give Rodimus some time to himself. Ultra Magnus leaves to the Main Lobby - First Floor to the east. Rodimus Prime is standing near the main gates, his forehead planted wearily against the wall. Sunrunner steps in lightly from the lobby, and loosk around. She frowns upon seeing Rodimus looking so somber, and skips over to him. "Hiya. What's wrong?" She says in what was meant to be a pleasant voice, but overall is a small bit too cheery for the situation. Rodimus Prime whispers, "Nothing." Sunrunner nods as if to reaffirm her claim. Rodimus Prime mutters, "I'm sure everyone will hear about it eventually anyway." Sunrunner furrows her brow in confusion. "Okay..." Groove has connected. Sunrunner stands near an apparently depressed Rodimus trying rather futilely to find out what's wrong with him. Groove enters, a smile on his face. He notices the others and takes a quick glance, "How's it going?" Rodimus Prime says sourly, "Ask Ultra Magnus." Groove's brow wrinkls, "Huh? What do you mean by that?" Sunrunner frowns, and whines, "But I wanna ask yooouu." She continues in a more normal tone, "besides, it's gotta be ae bad thing if our leader's so upset... We gotta get you in a better mood." Sunrunner smiles weakly. Ultra Magnus enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the east. Ultra Magnus comes out of the doors at a full sprint, a worried look plastered across his face as he ignores the both of you, running for the exit. Rodimus Prime says tiredly, "I just told off my XO, everyone's mad and.... there he goes." Ultra Magnus jumps over a few bushes, ignoring the fact that he's knocked over a few decorational pieces. Sunrunner blinks and turns as Ultra Magnus runs by the *three* of them, and says, "Oh..." Sunrunner says, "What's the hurry...?" Omicra enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the east. Ultra Magnus sprints through the gate, transforming as he moves at a high rate of speed. Groove stands and watches Magnus walk quickly by. "What's going on?" Ultra Magnus stands tall, only to shift downward, transforming into a large car carrier. Omicra trails after Magnus, wondering what the big guy is running from. Car Carrier leaves to the Outskirts of San Francisco to the west. Sunrunner blinks. "Maybe we should follow him...?" First Aid enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the east. Groove nods, "I'll see if I can't catch up..." You transmit a message to Ultra Magnus: Uh... what's going on? Transmission from Ultra Magnus: Megatron! He's after Elita. Sunrunner says, "Ooh! I'll go! I know Ican catch up with him!" Sunrunner looks to Rodimus exitedly. "You gonna come too?" Groove smiles and nods, "Okay, you'd probably have a better chance." Rodimus Prime blinks. "Uh... yeah. Megatron's after Elita...?" Sunrunner's eyes go wide. "I gotta save her from 'im!" Slingshot has connected. Omicra says, "What?!" Sunrunner leaps away from the others and transforms, shooting out of the entrance. Sunrunner leaps into the air, and expands into a simply huge bright yellow hovertransport, falling to float just above the ground with a whoosh of displaced air. Rodimus Prime pushes himself off the wall, wincing slightly as his battered armor grates together, but forces himself to transform. Rodimus Prime shifts into what can only be called a high-tech flaming Winnebago. Yellow Hovertransport leaves to the Outskirts of San Francisco to the west. Omicra's outer plating loosens and expands, allowing her internal systems room to shift. Her arms slide into her torso, foldind forward, and her legs lock together and form a tail of some sort. Her upper body folds out into a passenger area, and rotor blades sprout from the top. In her place is a rescue chopper. Rescue Chopper pouts, "Oooh! Nobody tells me anything!" Flaming RV barks, "Let's go!" You move west to the Outskirts of San Francisco... You move north to the Rocky Mountains... Rocky Mountains Contents: Yellow Hovertransport, Car Carrier, Brigand, Megatron, Elita One Obvious exits: Southeast leads to Southern Great Plains. South leads to Outskirts of San Francisco. Northwest leads to Northwest Territory. Fly Yellow Hovertransport cruises in at a rediculously high speed over the hills and mountains and tries to keep up with Ultra Magnus as best she can, seeing as she can't exactly use the highways... Megatron waves a hand absently at Brigand, not taking his optics off his quarry. "Yes... though you are here simply to observe, Sweep," he grates almost pleasantly, then inclines his helmet slightly towards Elita, motioning her forward with a single black finger. Car Carrier keeps driving, trying to get to Elita before Megatron does something nasty Elita One raises her pistol, suddenly a coil of action, as she aims, and narrows her optics. "We are relics, you and I. Time to place it on the shelf. Your move." Brigand says, "ok ok i'll jsut watch" Rescue Chopper enters from the Environs of San Francisco to the south. Sunrunner transmits a message via radio. Elita One receives a radio transmission. Flaming RV sticks to the roads but doesn't bother with the speed limit, his engine whining a mild protest as he kicks his still-damaged systems into gear. Car Carrier can see Mt St Hillary in the near distance, looming ever closer... Yellow Hovertransport keeps following Ultra Magnus just off the roadways, making for Mt. St. Hillary once she spots it, knowing enough to figure that he's heading there. Brigand says, "maybe ya should hurtry up, wouldn't want to draw unwanted attention" Megatron unfolds his arms, deliberately, slowly, then springs, leaping into a backwards somersault and throwing his arm forward as he snaps his helmet around to reacquire his target. "So be it," he hisses, slamming out towards her with a quick pulse of electrical fire. Car Carrier gets on the sideroad leading to the Ark... Elita One winces painfully as the blast dances over her armor, causing her to lurch backwards, spinning about, smoke and sparkles dancing over her armor. "Damn..." she murmurs, nearly dropping as she barely keeps her balance. Her pistol keeps some semblance of an aim as she snaps off a series of shot, the energy leaping in the air towards the Decepticon leader. Elita One misses Megatron with her plasma pulse pistol attack. Brigand says, "WHOOOOO go MLORd mEGATRON!!!" Flaming RV catches sight of Ultra Magnus up ahead and pushes himself to catch up, pulling even with him. "Megatron?" he gasps, sounding faintly out of breath if that's possible. Yellow Hovertransport hovers low over the treetops at what is about her maximum altitude, only to see Elita One's mildly charred frame standing against the Slagmaker as she bursts into the clearing. Car Carrier says, "I was talking with Elita via radio. I heard Megatron's voice just as the signal was cut off..." Yellow Hovertransport gasps, and pulls to a stop. Brigand loosk over "hey your not spossed to be here!" he soudns liek one of the gaurds from Onty Python and the Holy Grail in sir Lancelots Quest Megatron chuckles to himself, forgetting the dimness of his memories for a moment and just relishing the never dim pleasure he associates with destroying an enemy. He twists, firing his thrusters, spinning quickly as only traces of the plasma drop off his armor, then he dives forward. With a leisurely flash, his energy mace drops out of his right hand assembly, spinning to life as he closes, intent on adding a more personal touch to the moment. His attention wanders only for a moment, taking in the warning and the arrivals, but still follows through. Megatron grates darkly as he swings, "So... it was indeed a trap....." Flaming RV comments, "So what are we waiting for?" pressing ahead. Car Carrier comes rolling in, neck-n-neck with Rodimus... or slightly behind him. Megatron misses Elita One with his crush attack. Car Carrier cries out, "Elita!" Rodimus Prime shifts to robot mode. Yellow Hovertransport floats above the treetops, stunned from the act she's witnessing... Rodimus Prime transforms in a flurry of tumbling limbs, rolling over himself before popping to his feet -- the usual dramatic entry for him. Car Carrier transforms, following Rodimus's cue. The large car carrier unfolds with no wasted energy into the towering Autobot, Ultra Magnus. Elita One doesn't hear, instead barking out, as she sidesteps the mace, allowing it to slam into the ground. "Fall back..." she tries to command the others, as she doubles up her fists, coming under and quickly uppercutting. Elita One misses Megatron with her Double-Handed strike attack. Megatron's scowl grows he misses the inviting target, then reluctantly gives up on the femme commander, continuing with his momentum to try and take himself near a rock formation to turn and size up the new forces. Rodimus Prime pelts across the clearing, his forward momentum barely diminished. Flashing a startled look at Elita, he breaks sideways to flank Megatron instead of jump him as he'd originally intended. "Are you CRAZY?" Ultra Magnus pulls his plasma rifle from subspace, leveling it at the Decepticon Commander. Yellow Hovertransport comes to her senses as the cavalry arrives, and hovers quickly over near Elita. "Are you okay, big sis?" Megatron manages to catch up Elita's arm with the dying twists of his mace, knocking her blow aside before flipping and landing to the side. He crouches, helmet falling forward to shadow his features as he regards the Autobots, torn between hate and acknowledgment of the overwhelming odds he faces. Elita One ignores Rodimus' comment, dropping back, as her pistol starts to rise again. She says quickly. "I said fall back... not your fight." Ultra Magnus states in a threatening tone, "Step away from her, Megatron." Long distance to Ultra Magnus and Megatron: Rodimus Prime bwahaha Yellow Hovertransport would blink if she could. "Who's fighting? I'm getting you out of here." The chopper's rotor folds up and slides down into it. Then, the tail splits and begins to reshape into legs, and the passenger area folds down into a compact torso. Arms fold up from the bottom, and a head slides out from between the shoulders. Omicra lands gently in the place of the chopper. Omicra looks back and forth worriedly. "Oh no....does there have to be a fight?" Rodimus Prime works his hands unhappily but hangs back. "This isn't a good idea..." Ultra Magnus's rifle whines as it builds up a charge. He aims it carefully at Megatron's head, almost as if he's going to snipe at the Decepticon Commander. Megatron's cold chuckle echoes off the rocks around them as he listens to Elita's demands for the Autobots to retreat. He raises his right arm, direct answer to Ultra Magnus, more familiar with the threat he might present, though keeps his optics trained on the brightly colored Autobot Commander before him. Rodimus Prime looks from Megatron to Ultra Magnus and back, an uncomfortable, faintly sick look crossing his face, but he doesn't ease off his tense posture, the main focus of his attention on the Decepticon leader. Elita One says, "Megatron... leave..." she gasps. "Finish this.. some other time." One side of Megatron's dark sneer creeps upwards, head inclining forward even more as he _feels_ as well as sees Ultra Magnus' warming gun. Fortunately, his own design precludes long warm up times and he shunts over his stores, squeezing the trigger as he adjust his aim to try and catch the City Commander in the vulnerable neck armor. Sidearm enters from the Environs of San Francisco to the south. Ultra Magnus's face is grim as he waits for his rifle to warmup. He's concentrating so hard on his aim that he doesn't realize Megatron has pulled the trigger until it's too late to get out of the way. Omicra gasps as Megatron opens fire. "NO YOU DON'T, MEGATRON!" In a flash of uncoiled motion, Rodimus tenses, turns, and *leaps* at the Decepticon commander as the fusion cannon recoils with the massive energy blast. Sidearm soars over head and circles about until she comes to a landing near the others. "RODIMUS!" Ultra Magnus cries as the Autobot Leader gets in the way, "DON'T!" Omicra screams and runs for Rodimus and Ultra Magnus. Elita One blinks, shifting, "Magnus, Rodimus, dammit!!!" The bright yellow hovertransport shifts and collapses down to form the Autobot femme, Sunrunner! The dark purple pulse lingers at the edge of Megatron's cannon, gaining in bright intensity briefly before surging from it's origins with brilliant speed, slamming into Rodimus' chassis violently, dripping the energy over him like a blanket. Sunrunner transforms, and avoids the gunfire to try and pull Elita out of the area. Sidearm is surprised at what she just flew into. Rodimus Prime is thrown several meters backward, clear in the air by the blast before crashing to the ground in a rut of torn earth and mud. Ultra Magnus clenches his jaw tightly as he watches the leader he was supposed to be protecting gets hit by Megatron's blast. Omicra runs towards Rodimus. Omicra moans, "Oh smeg..." She pulls out her medscanner as she gets closer. Elita One gets grabbed by Sunrunner, trying to pull away. "Let me go, Sunrunner!" she yells painfully. Ultra Magnus hefts his almost fully charged rifle. "You'll pay for that, Megatron!" Megatron snarls, unable to call the blast back before it tears into the unintended target. He hisses, crouching, debating, finally shaking his head as the wispy threads of spent energy wafts up from the muzzle of his cannon. "Another time indeed, Elita One," he grates darkly, lingering a moment to watch the Autobot leader's trajectory before leaping into the air, using their shock to aid his escape. Sidearm frowns, saying, "Cover Omicra." Sunrunner says, "I can't let you get yourself killed like that!" Sunrunner looks at Megatron leave, and lets go of Elita. Sunrunner shrugs. . o O (I guess it's safe too now...) Ultra Magnus fires his rifle into the air, trying to hit the fleeing Decepticon, but missing because of Megatron's agility in the air. Omicra kneels over Rodimus, passing the scanner over him. Omicra pulls out a medical scanner and runs a check on Rodimus Prime. Elita One snaps off shot after shot, the laser fire arcing upwards, but unable to strike as her vision starts to blur. "Damn him..." she murmurs, her charred form dropping to a knee, then forward. Sunrunner looks at Elita as she falls, concerned, and moves to help her up. "Are you okay, big sis?" Omicra shakes her head at the leader, sighing. "You guys always end up in these messes...not that I mind doing repairs, but you oughta learn..." Megatron twists away through the hail of fire following him, treating Ultra Magnus with a dark scowl before rolling over and thrusting out of range. "You do... have a hard time keeping leaders, don't you, Ultra Magnus..." he emits as he disappears from view. A shocked look spreads across Magnus's face for a brief moment as he stares after the retreating Decepticon. THen he gets in control of himself, throwing a concerned look at Elita while running over to Rodimus's side. Megatron soars upward into the sky. Rodimus Prime's optics flicker back to normal intensity as he slowly starts to regain coherency after the shock of the blast. With a groan, he pushes against the dirt, rolling over and flopping spreadeagled onto his back. Ultra Magnus says, "Rodimus! Are you okay?" Omicra helps Prime flip over, shaking her head at him. Sidearm heads towards Elita. "I believe the sky has had enough," she says, refering to the waisted shots. "You need medical care." Sunrunner pushes Elita over onto her back, and holds up her head. "Elita...?" Elita One closes her optics. "...let me go." she murmurs softly. Sunrunner blinkblinks, and looks up at Sidearm. Ultra Magnus spares a glance for Elita, paces away, as he kneels beside his leader. "Rodimus? Rodimus, are you all right?" Sunrunner says, her face and voice full of concern for her sister and comander, "We gotta get her back to Autobot City..." Rodimus Prime works his mouth a bit before he finds his vocal circuits and kicks them online. "Fine," he coughs with a wisp of smoke, a rueful smile breaking on his face. Sidearm says, "Then transform and load her up." She gives Sunrunner a once over, rating her condition, then back to Elita. Ultra Magnus nods decisively, then gets to his feet. "Can the rest of you load them both up on me? Sunrunner is correct. We have to get them back to Metroplex as soon as possible. Omicra says, "Let me..." Omicra's outer plating loosens and expands, allowing her internal systems room to shift. Her arms slide into her torso, foldind forward, and her legs lock together and form a tail of some sort. Her upper body folds out into a passenger area, and rotor blades sprout from the top. In her place is a rescue chopper. Rescue Chopper says, "Put him in me..." Sunrunner shrugs, and hoists Elita up, holding her in front of her, allowing her to fall inside her cargo bay as she transforms. Sunrunner leaps into the air, and expands into a simply huge bright yellow hovertransport, falling to float just above the ground with a whoosh of displaced air. Elita One switches off her radio. Yellow Hovertransport takes Elita One. Sidearm states, "Sunrunner should easily handle Elita alone in her large transport mode, Magnus. You could focus on Rodimus Prime, it's more efficent, don't you think?" Rodimus Prime blinks owlishly. "Yeah, I.. don't think I want to transform..." Yellow Hovertransport hovers there,waiting for everyone to make up their minds. Ultra Magnus steps over to ROdimus, once Omicra transforms, helping him to his feet. He loads the Autobot Leader gently into Omicra. Ultra Magnus stands tall, only to shift downward, transforming into a large car carrier. Yellow Hovertransport sees that everyone is leaving, and so decides to as well. "I'll see ya all there!" she shouts as she hovers up and out over the treetops. Rescue Chopper loads Rodimus into her and lifts off. Yellow Hovertransport leaves to the Environs of San Francisco to the south. Sidearm rises into the air. "And here I was about to check up on you, Magnus." She starts to fly back to the city. Rodimus Prime lies quietly where he's put, wincing softly to himself. Car Carrier says, "I'm fine, Sidearm. Rodimus is more important right now." Car Carrier gets back on the road and starts heading back to Metroplex Sidearm soars off, thrusters kicking in. Sidearm leaves to the Environs of San Francisco to the south. Rescue Chopper flies above with Rodimus in her small compartment. You move south to the Environs of San Francisco... Entrance to Autobot City Contents: Sidearm, Yellow Hovertransport, Whiteline, First Aid, Groove Obvious exits: West leads to Outskirts of San Francisco. Main Entrance leads to Main Lobby - First Floor. North leads to Landing Pad. Groove stands back a bit and watches as a crowd arrives, "What's going on?" First Aid perks up at the noise. "Wounded?" Sidearm flies over the city gates and lands gently onto the ground. Rescue Chopper touches down, her rotors slowing. Yellow Hovertransport says, "Ya, Elita and ROdimus." Car Carrier enters Autobot City from the outskirts of San Francisco. Groove says, "Need help Forst Aid?" Omicra says, "Rodimus is in me...get him to medbay." Sidearm says, "Three wounded, all mostly superficial I think." Sunrunner receives a radio transmission from Moonracer. The chopper's rotor folds up and slides down into it. Then, the tail splits and begins to reshape into legs, and the passenger area folds down into a compact torso. Arms fold up from the bottom, and a head slides out from between the shoulders. Omicra lands gently in the place of the chopper. Yellow Hovertransport stops and waits near the lobby entrance, and almost says something before getting a radio message. First Aid sighs sadly, "Let's get them to medbay... anyone who can help is more than welcome to." The large car carrier unfolds with no wasted energy into the towering Autobot, Ultra Magnus. Omicra nods to First Aid. Sunrunner transmits a message via radio. Whiteline frowns, "Charming. Well.." He steps back, giving way to the vehicles, "What happened?" He asks of no one in particular, glancing back and forth wildly. Ultra Magnus moves over to First Aid for a moment, whispering in the medic's audial circuit Yellow Hovertransport says, "Somebody unload her so I can transform....?" Yellow Hovertransport sighs. "Elita got in a fight with Megatron..." Ultra Magnus mutters to First Aid, "Rodimus... attacked... Take care..." Sidearm glances at Whiteline, noting his presense for the first time. "Megatron, mostly. Over all, just a busy day." Sunrunner receives a radio transmission. Ultra Magnus moves over to Sunrunner then, and unloads Elita, carrying her, if she can't walk, to the Repair Bay. First Aid cringes visibly. "Oh dearl..." Sunrunner transmits a message via radio to Moonracer. Omicra says, "First Aid, help me move Rodimus..." Whiteline smirks broadly, "How.. Delightful." He sighs deeply, and glances about to see where he could be of some assistance. First Aid nods to Omicra as he reaches for his datapad. Yellow Hovertransport opens her rear hatch and turns it to face the crowd. "Ahem. Can -anybody- help get Elita outta me?" Rodimus Prime mumbles, "Really, guys, I'm fine..." though he's obviously not. "I, uh," he grins, "just think I need a little help to the medbay." Groove nods, and runs to the transport, "Sure..." Sunrunner receives a radio transmission from Moonracer. Omicra reaches down to help carry Rodimus. Sidearm suggests, "Lets not stand around here all day then." Omicra says, "Help me with him, Sidearm." Sunrunner transmits a message via radio to Moonracer. Ultra Magnus takes Elita One. Ultra Magnus carries Elita inside, watching Rodimus with visible concern Yellow Hovertransport transforms after Elita One is removed from her, and follows the convoy into the repair bay. First Aid moves under one of Rodimus's arms to help him move into the base. The bright yellow hovertransport shifts and collapses down to form the Autobot femme, Sunrunner! Groove stops in his tracks as Ultra Magnus reaches down and picks up ELita effortlessly. Sunrunner receives a radio transmission. Sidearm glances at Omicra. "You already have First Aid's help." Rodimus Prime pretty much drapes himself over Omicra and First Aid and whoever else comes to his aid, giving them a first-hand taste of just how much eleven tons really weighs. Omicra slips under Rodimus's other arm, and helps support him. First Aid nearly falls to his knees under the weight. "Ooof... no problem at all..." Ultra Magnus leaves to the Main Lobby - First Floor to the east. Rodimus Prime mumbles, "That was... really painful..." Omicra looks like she's about to collapse, not having been designed for this. You move east to the Main Lobby - First Floor... Main Lobby - First Floor(#357 RLntN) Contents: Ultra Magnus, Maverick, Moonracer Obvious exits: Mausoleum leads to Mausoleum. Small Doors leads to Human Lounge. Gravlift leads to Main Lobby - Second Floor. Large Doors leads to Barracks. Doors leads to Repair Bay. Blast Doors leads to AC Command Center. Blast Doors leads to Entrance to Autobot City. Omicra enters from the Entrance to Autobot City to the west. First Aid enters from the Entrance to Autobot City to the west. Sidearm enters from the Entrance to Autobot City to the west. Ultra Magnus keeps an optic on Rodimus as they all walk in Moonracer rushes up to UM "How bad is she? Elita can you here me?!" Omicra staggers a bit, leaning one hand against a wall. First Aid is also staggering. Size 5 'Bots shouldn't have to go through this... Rodimus Prime half-stumbles, half-is-carried in over First Aid's and Omicra's shoulders. Moonracer says, "Can I help?" Omicra nods shamelessly at Moonracer. Maverick rushes over to help the staggering FA and Omicra with Rodimus. Rodimus Prime winces, "Ow, watch the chest..." Maverick says, "What happened out there?" Moonracer stays close to Elita. Omicra murmurs, "Sorry, Rodimus..." From Ultra Magnus, Elita One would appear to be asleep, if it were not for all the burnt and charred armor. Sidearm watches the escorting, her expression showing uneasiness, as she follows along. Ultra Magnus continues on to the Repair Bay as he replies to Moonracer, "It would be good if you stayed by her side while she's getting repaired. I think she could use your company better than anyone elses. Ultra Magnus leaves to the Repair Bay to the south. You move south to the Repair Bay... Repair Bay Contents: Elita One, Ultra Magnus, Mini-Omega, Mischief (and everyone else who walked in behind me) Obvious exits: Shaft Downward leads to Training Chamber. Doors leads to Main Lobby - First Floor. Mischief yawns, nearly asleep on her table, then idly peers over at them. She closes her optics briefly as though to drift off, then BLINKS, hopping up. "Gosh!" Mischief says, "You didn't shoot her, did you?" Ultra Magnus is placing Elita on a table as Rodimus is half carried in Ultra Magnus says, "No, Mischief, I didn't shoot her." Moonracer walsk briskly to Elita and bends down clsoe to her. Sidearm walks in, heads to a wall, and leans against it. First Aid starts scanning the wounded. "Anybody else who can help..." First Aid pulls out a medical scanner and runs a check on Rodimus Prime. Sidearm says, "Quite a few medics to help out, really." Rodimus Prime rolls himself with help onto a medtable, flopping over on his back again with a soft groan. First Aid taps the datapad a couple times. "Not too horrendous. It's good to be the Prime." Elita One's optics flicker on softly, a groan escpaing her lips. First Aid activates his microactuators. "I'll see what I can do about numbing the pain first." Mischief waves her hand. "I can help!" There's a small sliding sound audible as Mischief's multi-tool attachment appears out of subspace, whirling around briefly before locking into place. Whiteline enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. Groove enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. Ultra Magnus's expression hardens as he looks at the damage to Rodimus and Elita. He steps towards the door. "Let me know their conditions as soon as possible, First Aid. I have something I need to take care of." Rodimus Prime mumbles, "Least it's an excuse to get that armor fixed..." Sidearm glances at Ultra Magnus from where she is near the door. "But what about your injuries?" she asks. Whiteline cautiously enters, glancing back and forth rapidly. He quickly steps to one side, and appears to watch. Ultra Magnus waves off Sidearm. "Superficial. As you said earlier, I've been through worse. THey, however, have been injured by Megatron. They are first priority." Ultra Magnus walks through the door, without a backwords glance. Sidearm says, "And they have two fine medics on them." Groove walks in, a shadow of Whiteline, concerned about his injured comrades. Omicra stands by in case of an emergency. First Aid gets to work, starting with removing charred and scorched panels of armor. "This may be old hat, but you won't be feeling parts of your anatomy for a while." You say, "That's... quite all right. I don't think I want to." Arcee enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. Arcee peeks inside, an expression of concern on her features. Ultra Magnus leaves to the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. Sidearm watches Omicra. "Do you want Elita or should I take her?" With the damaged armor set aside, First Aid gets to work disconnecting some internal sensors. Rodimus Prime is laid out on a medtable as First Aid removes his megscannon-blasted armor and.. stuff. Omicra says, "You have seniority, it is your descision." Elita One murmurs. "Take care of Rodimus." Sidearm's optics flicker. "You might as well." Omicra nods, and moves forward to examine Elita. Omicra pulls out a medical scanner and runs a check on Elita One. First Aid starts talking while continuing his removals. "It's not as severe as it looks. Outside of the major armor scarring, there probably isn't much in here that self-repair wouldn't have taken care of in a few days..." Groove looks to Sidearm, "Perhaps you could keep an eye on Ultra Magnus...if he'll let you." Rodimus Prime mumbles a bit lightheadedly, "That's good..." Sidearm nods to Groove. "I suppose I can go pester him." She turns to head out, walking past Arcee. Sidearm leaves to the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. Arcee frowns more when she sees who's being worked on. She moves forward, trying not to get in anyone's way as she observes what the medics are doing. First Aid finishes his disconnections. "OK, now to the dirty work..." First Aid heads over to a cabinet, opens it up, and starts rummaging through it. Rodimus Prime tilts his head slightly to the side, grinning weakly at Arcee. "Hey, you won't hold this against me, will you..?" First Aid continues to go part-searching through the cabinets, tossing out a lot of empty boxes. Arcee says, "What did you run into, a brick wall? You look terrible." Mischief hrms, finally plunking down again, retracting her tools and thinking better of it all. Instead, she peers across at everyone curiously, just watching. Moonracer kneels near Elita holding her hand, looking at her. Omicra leans down to examine the large hole in Elita's left side, running the scanner over it to get a more detailed readout. You say, "Nah, had to be more creative than that..." First Aid accidentally tosses a box onto Mischief Groove speaks up a bit, "Anybody need help? I can fetch things, hold things...a lot of stuff!" He grins walking from table to table. Omicra takes out a cutting tool and begins to remove the damaged sections of armor. First Aid looks at the collection of parts he has in front of him. "That *should* do it..." Whiteline just stands there, watching silently. With a soft sigh, he glances down at his right forearm, and moves a piece of armor away, revealing what appears to be a watch of some sort, "Charming.." He murmurs, taking a look at the time, and smiles ever so slightly. Mischief blinks and aieeeeeeps as she gets covered by the box. Omicra lays aside the severly damaged armor as it comes loose, and begins examinging the internals. Groove nods, his optics flash, glad to be helping. He quickly takes his place beside First Aid, rummaging. Moonracer says, "Is she gonna be ok Omicra?" First Aid carries the parts back to the medtable. Carefully positioning them next to Rodimus, he notices Groove's eagerness. "When you're done with that, could you do me a favor and clean up all these empty boxes lying around? Oh, can you pilot a shuttle too?" Rodimus Prime coughs. "One of these days I'm gonna learn Megatron isn't good for your health..." Rainbow colored arms and legs squirm, just visible from under the box as Mischief works her way out, looking around to see who did that. Arcee stands near the medtable where Rodimus is being repaired by First Aid. Omicra pauses to look up at Monracer and smile. "Of course she is. I'm sure she's had worse than this." Arcee says, "Oh, so it was Megatron that did that! Next time...don't just stand there, okay? Move somewhere else." Elita One says, "Told you to leave me..." Moonracer says, "Yes and she's pulled through every time" Groove begins piling the parts near Omicra. He stands watching for a moment before moving to pick up the empty boxes. You say, "Actually, I got IN the way..." Omicra sighs, "Elita One, there's no way I'm going to let you sit here and fizzle. After all, I didn't put you back in your body so you could just put holes in it and leave them there." Arcee squints an optic, leaning over Rodimus and eyeing him critically...but her tone lacks any sharp edge that might otherwise go along with the chastising look. "You got...IN the way." Rodimus Prime shrugs, his voice rasping slightly. "He was going to shoot Ultra Magnus. I couldn't just stand there." While picking up boxes, Groove finally notices Mischief. He smiles at her then asks, "Why don't you go help out First Aid? Make sure he's doing everything right, okay?" He winks an optic before moving to the next box. Mischief grins up at Groove, then nodnods, flitting over to help FA fashion Rod's new armor, not even entertaining thoughts of his spoiler... yet. Omicra begins work on Elita One's minor injuries. Arcee sighs, shaking her head. "Rod, I know you meant well, and that's all good, but...oh, I don't know. I just worry about the concept of you as shield." Hoist walks into repair bay Moonracer keeps a vigil near Elita, looking up now and then to listen to the conversation. Hoist says, "hello all...hrmm...what's this? what happened now?" Rodimus Prime grins, lifting a hand to thud his chest before he remembers he doesn't have any armor on it at the moment and puts it down again awkwardly at his side. "Built to last." Mischief cheerfully grinds down the edges of Rod's new armor plates, smoothing out the production burrs, then admiring her work. Hoist goes over to his tool box, replacing a wrench and wiping his hands after having repaired parts of Metroplex. Omicra begins cutting the plates for Elita's new armor, using the old ones for reference. Groove picks up the last of the boxes and piles them carefully near a wall to be disposed of later. He wipes his hands and turns to watch for a second before offereing his services again. "OKay that's done...anything else?" Perceptor has arrived. Mischief is off to the side, working over some armor pieces that are larger than her. Hoist rummages through his tool box, grabbing another tool, about to head out again to repair damage done by Megatron. Rodimus Prime is lying on his back on a medtable with a large portion of his frontal armor removed due to a point-blank Megscannon. Omicra continues to grind Elita's new armor plates down to proper size. Omicra kneels next to elita, making sure the plates are exactly the right shape and size, before she continues to repair loose wiring within the Femme leader. Sidearm enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. Mischief hrms, hovering over to peer at Rod, then back to the armor, then back to Rod, then back to the armor a few times. Hoist says, "darn it...where is that welding device?" Groove hops up onto a counter-top, watching the others. Idly swinging his legs back and forth. Hoist rummages through his tool box Arcee remains near Rodimus, sitting nearby, within earshot to chastise. Omicra pulls out a medical scanner and runs a check on Elita One. Moonracer looks to Omicra "Is she stable now?" Mischief hmmmmmmmmmmmmmms, then sighs, announcing, "I'm too darn vertically challenged to fix the armor." Omicra slides the larger of the two replacement armor sections into place, and begins welding it. Perceptor steps through the doors from the lobby and enters the repair bay. The yellow optics of the scientist flash brightly in surprise as the crowded room. He pauses once inside in order to attempt to discern what has happened. Omicra is kneeling next to a medtable which holds Elita One. The small green medic is apparently welding the femme leader's new armor into place. Elita One turns on her radio. Arcee smirks. "'Built to last', Rod, but how long? I mean, don't you think you might be pushing the envelope a bit far?" Elita One clicks on her radio, looking up to Omicra. "Thank you..." she murmurs. Rodimus Prime pfffts. "It was just Megatron." Elita One transmits a message via radio. Moonracer says, "Are you feeling better Elita?" Groove watches Mischief carefully from his comfortable sitting position atop a countertop, smiling at her comments. Elita One receives a radio transmission. Hoist leans on the counter a little, realizing he's misplaced his welding instrument, he glances around quickly to find it Omicra smiles at Elita. "All part of the service, Elita." Elita One's optics narrow at her radio. Perceptor steps forward, calmly asking the medics, "Is any assistance required?" Arcee says, "Oh, /just/ Megatron. Right. It was.../just/ Megatron, no biggie. Where did First Aid go? I think I'm going to order a replacement head for you..." Omicra slides the final armor plate in, welding it. "No thank you," she says to Perceptor. Hoist looks over to Omicra and Perceptor, "Anybody seen that welding device I had earlier?" Mischief waves her arms at Perceptor. "Ohoh! Me! Can you finish the armor for Rodimus?" Omicra looks over at Hoist and shrugs. "Sorry, no." She begins to polish the armor replacements on Elita. Elita One transmits a message via radio. Rodimus Prime grins smugly to himself, resting his head back against the table. "Had to keep him from blowing off Ultra Magnus' head, give me some credit." Elita One receives a radio transmission. Perceptor shakes his head toward Hoist. "No," he replies, "I am afraid that I have not seen it." He looks at Mischief, then nods his head as he walks toward Rodimus. His optics brighten upon glancing at the Autobot commander. "My, Rodimus..." Hoist says, "Perhaps I left it outside when I did repairs...hrmm." Perceptor just looked at you. Moonracer says, "Who are you radioing Elita?" Elita One says, "Magnus..." Moonracer says, "Oh." Mischief surrenders her position over the new armor, stepping back to supervise Perceptor's work as he takes over. Arcee nods, looking serious for a moment. "That much I'll give you credit for, Rod." Rodimus Prime grins, "After all, no great loss if I get blasted, right?" He winks at Arcee, flicking his optics surreptitiously in Elita's direction. Elita One offers simply, "I told you to leave me be. You won." Elita One receives a radio transmission. Sidearm heads to a computer station and seats herself before it. Arcee groans, shaking her head slowly. Elita One transmits a message via radio. Perceptor leans over Rodimus, surveying the damage to his armor. "Extensive armor plating replacement ...no major internal injuries ...has a full diagnostic been run?" You say, "I think First Aid did...." Groove sees Sidearm cross to a computer staion. He hops off the countertop and follows her. Elita One receives a radio transmission. Perceptor nods as he turns toward one of the nearby console. He picks up one of the datapads from the table and meticulously reviews the data shown on the display. Setting the datapad upon the counter, Perceptor walks back to Rodimus and lays out several tools along the edge of the table. Elita One transmits a message via radio. Elita One receives a radio transmission. Elita One transmits a message via radio. Arcee remains seated near where Rodimus is being worked on by Perceptor. Rodimus Prime mumbles, "He turned off most of my internal sensors.. bleah, I can't feel a thing." Groove looks over Sidearms shoulder, watching a moment before speaking. "How is Ultra Magnus?" Perceptor twists his head to look at Rodimus. "I could reactivate them, if you would like," he states matter-of-factly. "The damage is more external than internal, at least according to the reading I have here. The choice is yours." Mischief taptaptaps her foot impatiently on the counter where she's standing next to the formed armor. She looks over at Perceptor, then taptaptaps her foot again. Elita One receives a radio transmission from Ultra Magnus. Rodimus Prime smirks. "I'd rather be able to feel my insides if it's not going to be too intensely painful." Perceptor replies, "It should not be. A lack of feelings about one's systems is quite uncomfortable, I can understand--" The scientist stops and cocks his head toward the impatient Junkion. "Is there a problem, Mischief?" he inquires. Elita One transmits a message via radio. Sidearm says without looking at Groove, "He's fine, at least according to him." Rodimus Prime exhales carefully. "Then yeah. I don't like this floating feeling thing." Mischief points at the armor on the counter. "It's ready," she simply points out. Groove nods, "I see, and he's not too badly injured?" Hoist crosses his arms and watches Perceptor raises an open hand calmly toward Mischief. "Patience never has been a virtue of yours, but a procedure as delicate as this cannot be treated half-heartedly, Mischief. I need to make sure that all internal repairs are sufficiently completed and operational parameters are restored before the armor plating is replaced." Rodimus Prime chuckles softly with a slight grimace of pain. "Just get on with it, Perceptor. I feel naked without it." Sidearm nods. "He's not too badly injured. It's his emotional state I'm more concerned with." Perceptor quickly looks back to Rodimus. "Certainly, Rodimus," he says. Reaching his hands just inside the opening, Perceptor slowly switches the internal sensors' calibration switches. Arcee looks very concerned as Perceptor continues to work on Rodimus...but she keeps her banter lighthearted. "Rod, you're the only guy I know who is friends with pain." Rodimus Prime sighs in visible relief as the feeling is restored, relaxing somewhat. "Friends? More like an annoying neighbor..." Groove nods again, "Well, thanks for making sure." He waits a moment before leaving her to her work. Omicra frowns at Rodimus. "We always used to deactivate the units when we worked on them." Arcee smiles a little. "The kind you can't get rid of, no matter what? Who just keeps poking into your business, over and over again?" Rodimus Prime grins. "Yeah, then they want to borrow a cup of oil or something... they're the worst." Perceptor continues activating the switches. As he does so, he looks toward Arcee and asks, "May I inquire as to what brought about his injuries this time? The damage is highly centralized--caused by a blast of significant magnitude..." Elita One receives a radio transmission. Rodimus Prime replies cheerfully, "Took a cannon point-blank." Elita One transmits a message via radio. Perceptor eyes Rodimus curiously. "With that kind of tone, one may wonder which he enjoys more--taking the blast or giving us something to do here in the repair bay." Elita One receives a radio transmission. You say, "Hey, I needed an excuse to come down here and get fixed anyway. And I got to spare Ultra Magnus a blast from Megatron in the process. I'm not doing too badly."