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Scuffle Thu Feb 10 Fulcrum

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Fulcrum appears on screen, transmitting from IHQ medbay. "Earlier this cycle I witnessed a minor confrontation between Geist and Chimera in IHQ medbay. After the Sweep threatened Chimera there was an exchange of thrown objects from both sides and a low-powered laser from Chimera - though no doubt it would have escalated further had I not intervened. It is my suggestion that both parties be temporarily banned from medbay, though I leave this judgement to my division commander.

Fulcrum Out." *Blip to spinny*

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Banning Thu Feb 10 Galvatron

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*Galvatron appears, snarling*

"Both parties are banned from the medbay. They get damaged, they better pray Revenent is in a good mood. Also, I would like to see both of them. SOON. That is all. Lord Galvatron, out.

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IHQ Time: Sun Oct 20 15:09:40 2024

IHQ Troop Hall(#817 RDLtN)

Within this part of Imperial Headquarters are the barracks for the troops themselves. There are two large sets of double doors leading from this area, one leading to the Central Hall, the other to the Training Room. Next to the training room's entrance is a large rack of both ranged and melee weapons for use in training. Near the Central Hall's doorway are several computer terminals to access the Decepticon database for reports, orders, and general information available to the ranks. There is enough room for all who wish to set up quarters within Nightsiege.

People:

Chimera Fleet

Type 'objects' to see the object list.

Obvious exits:

North <N> leads to IHQ Training Room.

East <E> leads to IHQ Central Chamber.

Chimera would be heading towards whatever cubicle she calls 'home. She'd love to go to the training room and take a few things out on a drone, but right now-- that's not possible. Unless she bypasses the security circuitry again... a calculating look crosses her face as she looks towards that door.

Fleet is using one of the terminals near the entrance keeping himself up-to-date, more or less, on the going-ons in the Empire. He can't go into the training room, because he doesn't do any of that fancy-smancy circuitry bypassing and such. He does glance up as he hears the other enter through... whatever door she entered through, and his expression is thoughtful, but otherwise unreadable. "Chimera," he says, by way of greeting.

Chimera pauses, turns, and inclines her head towards Fleet by way of greeting. Curiously, she's silent. And now weighing the idea of . . .well. It's surprising that Fleet would want to be associated with her right about now. After all, she /is/ on the bad list at the moment.

Of course, Fleet is currently being /mentored/ by someone else who is also on the bad list, so might as well go with being associated with both. Besides, Chimera's not dead at the moment, so odds are it'll blow over. In fact, not only does Fleet address her, he now heads in her direction, looking, if anything, more nervous than usual.

Chimera is curious about the nervousness, but doesn't bother trying to get away from Fleet. Might as well get yelled at on all sides for taking a shot at Geist. twitchy frown, but then a curious gaze, as Chimera waits for Fleet.

Fleet isn't going to yell at Chimera. He's not much of a yeller (that is, he doesn't shout much. If you mean 'yeller' to be a mispronunciation of 'yellow', yeah, he is that). But he is curious. He cocks his head, his expression neutral but interested, and studies Chimera for a moment. Finally he decides to be blunt. No, he doesn't do blunt... instead he goes indirect. "Are you going to hit me if I asked what it was that happened between yourself and Geist?"

Chimera's face twitches, frowns. One shoulder comes up in a half of a shrug, and there... head rattle. She's shaking her head. Er. once you get closer you can see the recently touched up seams of repairs. No paint touch ups there. She's still looking a bit rough. Icy blue optics flash briefly, as she looks as though she's about to say something, then... doesn't.

Right. Won't be getting information that way, Fleet supposes. Still, it was worth a try. After all, the worst Chimera could have done was, well, attack Fleet. But then he could have run away, so things would still have been all right. "Ah, right. Never mind, then. Guess I'll ask Geist, or something. Sorry to have bothered you." With that Fleet turns on heel and heads to the exit.

Frustration. Yes. That'd be what's flooding the circuits. And then there's the inevitable release of frustration-- oh that poor wall...

Chimera's tried to put her fist through it. Poor poor wall. And there's the foot to follow. With that done, the silent femme starts heading for the training room door. Screw protocol, rules, and security. She's got a drone to beat on.

Chimera pauses at one of the data terminals close to the training room. Narrows optics. Swings at the empty space around it. Once satisfied that there's nothing there to hit... though hitting something would have been satisfying too-- she starts with the security bypassing. Mmmhmm. She's a wierd one.

Fleet stops, and notices Chimera's unusual behavior. He frowns a bit. He doesn't know enough about this one to really figure out what's normal for her and what isn't (especially after that "Deeceerooooolesmee" episode), but that action, combined with what he knows of her recent scuffle... he heads back towards Chimera, ready to duck and run should things go sour. He studies her again for a bit, but won't say anything until she gives an acknowledgment.

Chimera would be typing 'Geist must die' in all caps... but that'd be asking for trouble. Not that she's been doing much else. Instead... for a change... she's calming down. She does glance up at Fleet, and blinks. Since she didn't expect him to stick around. 'Can't Talk'. She types instead, stepping away enough for Fleet to see it. Then Chimera goes back to looking for a way around the lock.

Fleet looks at it, and suddenly his face brightens with understanding. "Oh! Well, that certainly explains a lot. My apologies for misinterpreting your silence." The tone is polite and somewhat sincere, but still a touch on the cool side.

Chimera shrugs, and does the forced intake release. Yeah. it's a sigh. So what? Glum look, and another spat of typing taking her away from that security breach thing. 'Misinterpretations are inevitable. Geist gets on my nerves. And I will defend myself.'

Fleet narrows his eyes and frowns, stroking his chin. "Geist attacked you? Or did he attack your nerves?" The words are smart, but the tone is serious. He's really trying to get to the bottom of this. Yes, Geist is Fleet's mentor, but early on the relationship Fleet himself very nearly pushed Geist into a rage (in medical, no less), and not everyone has the... somewhat cooler head that the yellow seeker does.

Catechism has arrived.

Chimera shrugs. She did push Geist into a rage. Though she was the one to throw the first medical impliment in his direction. 'he annoys me.' she types, 'I will not be his plaything, for him to condescend to and threaten as he pleases.' And... Accessing program. She'll have to go punch the drone a few times, and imagine that it's Geist's face.

Fleet is next to a terminal near the training room, looking at what Chimera is typing. His purses his lips at what he reads, and gives Chimera a rather thoughtful look. "You didn't exactly answer my question." He reconsiders, and sighs. "No, wait. You did." Primus! Please, don't let things flare up between Seekers and Sweeps again! That would put Fleet into a... very bad position.

Catechism is back on combat-duty and happens to be returning from a patrol. Given her unscathed condition, it doesn't look like she ran into any trouble.

Chimera has that determined look on her face. Hey. It's not her fault that Fleet got into that position. Not that it's going to do her any good either. Arachnae... will not be pleased. And that is what'll be the thing that'll end up getting Chimera into more and more trouble. A whack to the console's housing. 'I am not easy prey.'

Does Chimera even know that Fleet's in that position yet? Well, rumors do fly fast, and then there's the fact that Geist rogered up for both himself and Fleet over broadband a couple of weeks ago... and there's no way for Fleet himself to tell what was said in medical. So, eh. Fleet nods at Chimera's latest message. "There are better places to prove that, though. Although I imagine you've already been told this." Still Fleet says it anyway. Just in case she hadn't been.

Chimera makes a face. Obviously she has. Or she wouldn't be outside of medical before repairs were completed. Glance. Hm. SkyCloudy Seeker. She does the social thing, and gives the conehead a marginally friendly smile and nod.

Catechism waves to her fellow Seekers and glances at them curiously. Conversationally, she comments, "You're on break, too, huh?"

Fleet shakes his head, the motion vigorous enough to shudder his wings a little. "Dancing mishap a couple of days ago. Still recovering. Almost back to full operational status, though." Because technically, Fleet would have recovered from that fight with Foxfire long before now, except, well, his player, the ocean... you know.

Chimera shrugs. If she cared about her appearance more, she'd be thinking of ways to get her paint fixed. As it is. A shrug. Technically she's on break. And will have to talk with Galvatron at some point. Hooray for minor altercations.

One is inclined to wonder just how Chimera /will/ talk with Galvatron without a visit to medical. But that's neither here nor there.

Catechism ahs. So they're on damage-leave? She comments cheerfully to Fleet, "At least you didn't crash like that one guy did." Well, she's assuming he didn't crash, 'mishap' does not imply 'crash', in her mind.

Fleet usually yields before he crashes! Because he's a cowa- er, because he knows his limits, like any intelligent warrior! Yeah, that's the ticket! He nods, and smiles slightly. "Yeah. Still didn't win, but... well, they say that competitive dance divides participants into only two categories, the three winners and the rest losers. To me, there are three categories. The winners, the losers who did crash, and the losers who walk away. I may prefer to be in the first category, but I take no shame in the third."

Chimera doesn't know a thing about trines, and dancing, and... uh. Fake seeker that she is. So she gets to listen in on the conversation instead.

Fleet doesn't know that Chimera is a fake seeker, but really, a lot of real seekers don't know much about dancing, either. He just assumes she's silent because she falls in the latter category. Or because she's currently mute. One of the two.

Catechism doesn't know much about dancing, either, and was designed to be a boring old Seeker from the very start. So she accepts Fleet's explanation with a nod. "Well, every time is one klick closer to being a winner, right?"

Chimera was designed in loving and careless ways to be a plaything for Galvatron. Of course, she doesn't really care, since she's sorta not exactly real. But hey. Listening can be fun too. She's actually giving up on trying to get into the training room.

Fleet murmurs, "That's the theory. Although there are always design limits to deal with. Skill can only take you so far." His gaze kind of... drifts off for the moment, unfocuses. "But I plan to see about correcting that, too," he says softly, a bit of metal backing his electronically synthesized voice.

Catechism looks at Fleet carefully. She says slowly, as if testing the words before she says them, "So. You're going for a speed upgrade, then?"

Chimera quirks, peering at Fleet for a moment. Of course, she's not got much to add right now.

A little smile plays on the right corner of Fleet's mouth as he looks at the other two and shrugs. "Sure. Why not? I seem to have come into a bit of extra energon lately, after all... and my old strategy of laying low is failing me. So I might as well just suck it up and get /better/ if I want to survive."

Catechism snorts. She points a finger and leans in Fleet's direction, almost like she's going to poke him, but she doesn't even come close before she drops her arm to her side and straightens her posture. "If you're really all that interested in surviving, you'd do something about that tinfoil you call armour. Some of those Autobots are fast, and they hit hard."

Strategy. Wow... Kim's been doing the strategy of 'whatever works'. The concept of laying low... makes her give Fleet a funny look.

Fleet crosses his arms and glowers. "You think I don't know that? Aren't I right there with you when we go into battle? But you know what? With a couple of exceptions, I deal out a lot more than I take pretty leaking consistently, and partly because I /know/ how to dodge! After this, I'll be better at it! Besides, I've survived this long with my current speed and my 'tinfoil' armor. With my extra speed, I don't see why I shouldn't be able to survive long enough to upgrade /that/ next!"

Chimera would agree with the speed thing. She's . . . insanely fast. Which is why, even while injured, she was easily able to dodge Geist's attack on her, and still manage to peg him. So. Hah.

Catechism glares at Fleet, and her wings tilt slightly upward. Oh, Fleet's so *special*. He knows how to *dodge*. Right. She calms herself and says, "Right. Just like you dodged those tags." She shakes her head, "Yeah, upgrade your speed. It ain't seemly for one of your kind to lose that kind of contest."

Chimera frowns, and quirks a brow at Catechism. Then shrugs.

Fleet ... is not one for trying to start a fight when it can be avoided. That sort of thing can lead to hurtiness, especially when you've still got a couple of points on Dex to go before you can get back into the training room. So instead he just shrugs, all combativeness going out of his posture, and looks up and away from the other two, kind of focus-unfocusing on the ceiling again. "I don't intend to neglect my durability, Catechism, but this really does mean a lot more to me," he says softly.

Hah. A few points. Try having..oh... about 20. That's right. Kim isn't supposed to be going anywhere near the training room for quite a while. She's more the fighting type, so hey.... And she's definatley not one to judge. Especially considering some of the single minded crap she's pulled over the past few years... Kim's only... what? 6? Amazing for a toddler.

Catechism sighs. She doesn't want to get into a fight, either, not really. There are more productive things to do than to argue with pastel yellow Seekers. The cloudy one shrugs and faces her palms forward. See? No daggers here.

Yes, indeed amazing for a toddler. But remember! Fleet runs away way too early to let himself take more than a few points of stat damage, anyway! Ah, the blessings of being a coward! But unfortunately, conversation seems to have petered off. Fleet frowns as he comes to a realization. He chuckles. "I need a refuel before I do anything, anyway..."

Chimera makes a face. and looks back to her console. Hey. Guess who isn't going into medical for a refuel anytime soon? Yup. That'd be her.

Catechism is indeed dumb/brave enough to stick around long enough to take a rather hefty amount of stat damage. But she's all better now! Thank goodness for self-repair systems. She doesn't really have anything much to say at the moment and so remains quiet, idly tapping on one of her wings.

Chimera is one of those sado-masochistic types who tends to enjoy every minute of inflicting pain on her enemies. No words now though. Stupid Air Raid. Stupid Geist. Stupid Chimera.

Fleet looks back at the others, and a smile dances across his expression. "Well, that rather killed conversation, didn't it?" he comments somewhat dryly.

Catechism wiggles her fingers and jests, "What, are we supposed ta' wish you good luck on getting that fuel? You're not going to trip and smash your face in on the way there. What's there to say?"

Fleet ehs. "Conversation was dead before I made that comment, anyway." He shrugs, and then kind of shudders again, a strange sort of stretch-shiver. He sighs. "I'll be back. Try not to get in trouble while I'm gone!" With these two, that /may/ be a serious comment, but it's said lightly.