Carbombya

The grassy hills and savannas in the east, bordered by ancient volcanos and sprawling lava fields, are the only part of Carbombya not made up of barren desert. Until recently, the country depended on meager livestock herding and subsistence agriculture, but upon the discovery of a huge reserve of very high-grade oil beneath the shifting desert sands, things changed radically. The struggling democracy weathered multiple coup attempts by greedy neighbors and other interested foreigners before finally succumbing to the tender mercies of a home-grown dictator. There are no refugees from war torn Ethiopia being taken in as slave labor, not here under the enlightened rule of President-for-Life Abdul Fakkaddi!

Contents:

Trypticon <T>

Carbombyan Palace

Obvious exits:

East <E> leads to Red Sea.

West <W> leads to Nile River.

Fly <Up>

Sixshot emerges from the city that is Trypticon.

Sixshot has arrived.

Sixshot exits the machinery-laden goodness that is Trypticon, leaving it behind for the organic wasteland that is Carbombya. Depressing. He shakes his head and looks around for anyone that might be loitering nearby.

Hey, what do you know? There's a pastel yellow seeker who just happens to be loitering! Although he's up on one of the battlestation's platforms preferring, as he does, to be a bit closer to the sky whenever possible. He's just standing there, perfectly still, but giving an impression of bottled motion, as he gazes down at the slaves laboring below.

Ah. Pastel yellow. All the better to stand out with. Sixshot squints up at the seeker on the platform and moves closer to it. "You!" he bellows, pointing up at him. "Come down here!"

And now, movement. Fleet looks down at Sixshot and then steps off the platform, tasting freefall for a moment before turning on his antigravs and touching down gently, stirring a minimal amount of sand. He then takes a few more steps in Sixshot's direction and cocks his head slightly. "Sir?" He doesn't even question whether or not Sixshot has the authority to order him around. Most people do, really.

"Autobots were spotted in the area a few days ago." Sixshot explains tersely. "We're going on patrol to make sure they don't come back. Come on." That said, he spins around and clanks off a short distance before leaping into the air.

Sixshot folds up into the form of a futuristic starfighter.

Tell Fleet something he /doesn't/ know! He was there! So of course the pastel wonder doesn't argue, only leaps into the air and transforms, flying after Sixshot without even bothering to ask his name.

Fleet transforms from robot to pyramid jet.

Starfighter fires his jets, guns his engines, and does whatever else funky spaceships do. Then he blasts off, making sure to go slow enough so the standard seeker can keep up with him, naturally, and heads for the outer border areas and such.

And going slow enough is much appreciated, thank you! The standard seeker follows, engines roaring. No silent approach, this!

* Spinny! *

Nile River

This is a lush, green fertile area along the riverbank of the Nile, one of the largest rivers on Earth. The air is stifling hot, humid, and buzzing with all kinds of insects. Murky green, the river's water is nearly opaque with the rich silt on which the agriculture of the region depends, and it is impossible to tell what lies beneath the surface. The broad expanse of the river is calm here, flowing more quickly to the south where the massive Aswan Dam's generators are churned by the river's motion. Locals still use the river as a means of transportation, many poling their boats northward towards Cairo.

Contents:

Starfighter

Twin Twist

Grimlock

Autobot Hovercraft (Defender II)

Obvious exits:

North <N> leads to Cairo.

South <S> leads to Aswan Dam.

East <E> leads to Carbombya.

Fly <Up>

Starfighter soars into the area, leading along a certain lemony pyramid jet. He doesn't try to be stealthy or anything like that. No sirree. He flies like he owns the place and he's just checking up on his backyard.

It hasn't been much of a secret that as of late, a certain Dinobot Commander has been figuratively circling Decepticon territory like a shark in the water. Normally with a big, lumberng brute, this would be a bad thing, given that one could merely dispatch a sizable enough force to give them trouble. But then, apparently those that built the Dinobots took this into account upon their creation, because like the rest of his team, Grimlock is capable of flight, that oh so rare ability among autobots which lends a certain aspect of speed and mobility to one's travel.

At the moment, Grimlock stands, far out along the nile river, on a hill overlooking the area, staring through a set of electronic binoculars and looking on the horizon, with an occasional panning of them upwards to check the sky.

"Szzzzzh.." Twin Twist wheezes aboard the Defender. "Szooooooh. Szzzzh... szzooooh.." The rise and fall of the noises he makes makes it clear -- he's napping. While Grimlock keeps his optics bright, the Jumpstarter wears an enormous cowboy hat over his own. For the third day he has been positioned near Carbombya, it has been quiet. Thus far, he felt confident enough to indulge in some lazy-daze sleep cycling.

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) is really more pastel then lemon. Something close to a cream color, to be honest. He's got a link to a picture if you want to see it. But all this aside, he follows the Starfighter, pushes his engines to something close to his top speed... he finds himself flying with interstellar types so often these days! He /can't/ really be stealthy, beyond flying low, and right now his altitude really depends on Sixshot’s.

Starfighter flies just low enough to let his presence be known amongst those on the ground. Best way to let the squishies and anyone else know he's keeping an optic on them. As he careens to follow along the river, his onboard sensors ping. "What do I spy? Autobots in my territory?"

Grimlock isn't what one would call the ideal candidate for guard duty, unless for some reason he's under the impression that what he is guarding is really important. But for the moment, he is amusing himself using the binoculars to see what his optic visor cannot make out on it's own. The sound of the jets allows him to hear them, long before he sees them...and with the binoculars, he soon spots the two distant shapes growing closer. "Hrnnn..." He begins, his faceplate shifting slightly as he adjusts the focus. "Decepticons again? Grimlock wonder if run away this time..." He adjusts the dial and looks upwards, suddenly curious if Cyclonus is coming too.

In the silicon dreams of Twin Twist, he relives a moment of his military career... slightly embelished. "Oh, no. Ah could not accept any mo' gifts from thuh fine peeple of Clakta.." He murmurs in his sleep, clearly imagining being lavished with fortunes by the insect-folk of a planet besieged by city-sized Transformers. Occasionally, his finger twitches, coming close to pressing against the trigger of the weapon held in his hand. Ever the soldier, Twin Twist sleeps with his gun.

Well, NEAR Decepticon territory, but Fleet doesn't bother to make that correction. He, too, has spotted Grimlock. He starts going over his options mentally and then stops it - first instinct is to attack, go with the first. After all, he can always disengage when first instinct changes its mind and says 'run.' The tetrajet dives towards Grimlock and unleashes his best weapon (and the only reason he ever fights in this form) in the hopes of taking the Dinobot off-guard.

You strike Grimlock with Rocket.

Starfighter kicks up his speed, leaving his seeker companion behind to eat his figurative dust, and soars on down in the direction of Grimlock. As he rapidly closes the distance, he shifts into his robot form, twin blasters appearing in his hands immediately. "Autobot! You appear to be lost!" he calls out, still homing in.

Sixshot unfolds into his towering robot form.

Grimlock is still watching through the binoculars as the Decepticons get closer and closer. He's about a half a mile away from Twin Twist at the moment, up on the hill. If this were any -other- Autobot it might have occurred to them to radio the sleeping Jumpstarter and telling him that a situation was developing. But then...this is Grimlock. He focuses in on the Pyramid jet as it comes in closer...and closer...and then, suddenly his view is literally blocked as the ignition of a missile is followed by the projectile filling his vision. "Hrnn...uh oh."

A moment later, he turns to one side, raising one massive arm to block his face from harm, a brief *KABOOM* following a moment later and briefly obscuring his form from view as the rolling flames wash outwards. When it clears, he is still standing, his arm blackened slightly, but the towering Dinobot virtually untouched, even as Sixshot lands and speaks. "Hrnn, Decepticon think Grimlock lost? Grimlock show Cons just how lost he is!" A moment later, his right hand snaps up, holding his multipurpose pistol as he unleashes a stream of energy fire in return to Fleet's position, as if to chase him off.

Grimlock strikes you with Laser for 15 points of damage.

When the rocket explodes over Grimlock, the sound is loud enough to jostle Twin Twist from his sleep. "Zunwah?" He sits up, optical ridges raised.. but he can't see anything, since he's got his hat over his eyes. Pulling it from his head, the Jumpstarter looks around.. and doesn't see much. His shoulders roll. "Mebbe sumone's huntin' turbobirds..." His reasoning seems pretty ample, so he starts to lie back down..

SCRAP! That hurts. BAD. Grimlock's laser cuts deep into the tetrajet's underside, tearing through that mode's lighter armor and exposing vulnerable inner circuitry. The pastel wonder swears to himself as he transforms, tumbling clumsily before recovering his bearings just in time to keep himself from falling from the sky entirely. So much for instinct, but then, he's not beaten quite yet. Once stabilized Fleet flings his arms towards Grimlock as though to engage in a long-distance embrace before opening fire with his shoulder-mounted weaponry.

The yellow Cybertronian jet unfolds, revealing the robotic form of the seeker Fleet.

You strike Grimlock with Shoulder-Mounted Laser Rifle.

Sixshot settles onto the ground with a *thump* and witnesses the exchange between Fleet and Grimlock. "I'm impressed, Autobot. You can withstand the assault of a pathetic trooper that has no hope of a brighter future than sacrificing himself for his betters /and/ retaliate at the same time!" There's just something about his derisive tone that indicates he may not be so impressed after all. "Now let's see how you fare against Sixshot." And with that, he launches himself forward, leaps into the air, spins, and aims one foot at the Dinobot.

Sixshot strikes Grimlock with Tobi Geri (Jumping Kick).

Grimlock is peppered by laserfire from Fleet's direction, the blasts striking along his upper bodya nd prompting him to turn his body just enough to ensure he dosen't catch one in the face. Otherwise, he pretty much ignores it though, and it dosen't take long before he has been kicked by Sixshot as the Decepticon leaps in. There is a harsh *CLANK* a moment later, and Grimlock spins just slightly, before coming up again, straightening to his full height and glaring full on at the six mode changer. "Hrn, NOW Decepticons stand and fight? Except fight two on one? Bah...Grimlock not care!" And a moment later, he is transforming, flipping up, and over, before spinning wildly in his alternate form, his thick, powerful tail lashing out with a great amount of force behind it.

Grimlock raises his arms and begins to fold up as he leans back, rising up into his fearsome Dinobot mode.

Tyrannosaurus Rex strikes Sixshot with Kick.

Twin Twist drifts off to sleep once more. Now he dreams about cocktail waitress-droids on Monacus...

Gee, what a sweet sentiment, Sixshot! Thank you so much! But the yellow seeker is left alone this time, which makes him feel better anyway. Although he doesn't actually have to duck any weapons fire, he darts about anyway so as to make himself a harder target, even as he activates his radio. Once more he points towards Grimlock, his weapons clicking as he changes modes.

You strike Tyrannosaurus Rex with Rail Gun.

<Decepticon> Fleet says, "Grimlock sighted and engaged along the Nile, rather closer to the borders of Carbombya then they should be. Co-ordinates as follows: %<insert appropriate Cybertronian numbering system here>. There may be other forces present."

<Decepticon> Comcast says, "Fleet, this is Comcast. I'm on patrol in Carbombya. ETA is three-hundred astro-seconds."

Red F-15 Seeker <Comcast> has arrived.

The sound of metal colliding with metal echoes as Sixshot is slammed into by the massive Dinobot tail. Thinking quickly, as it drags him back, he seeks to turn the tables on his opponent by wrapping his arms around the appendage (no simple task with his hands full) and leveraging his strength against him. One toss, coming up!

Sixshot strikes Tyrannosaurus Rex with Itami Nage (Painful Throw).

Comcast has disconnected.

In the bleak realm of the unconscious, dreams ebb and wane. It is in one of these moments that a realization takes hold of Twin Twist. He suddenly sits up, jolted awake by this. "Dere's no turbobirds on Urth! Big Grim must be undah attack!" Flipping to his feet, he takes a dynamic leap off the Defender and transforms in mid-air. Landing on the ground as a tank, he puts his quad-drive system into gear, propelling him at breakneck speeds towards Grimlock!

Twin Twist flips his legs onto his chest and becomes a drill tank!

Tyrannosaurus Rex all but ignores the rail gun shot, as it streaks in and slams against his upper shoulder, before being deflected off of his incredibly dense hide with little more than a chipping where it passes. As he slams Sixshot a moment later, he gives an audible, "Hurk!" As his large body is lifted from the ground. He's much too heavy to be thrown very far, but it's still a few paces before he comes slamming down onto his side, his head meeting a boulder, which shatters under the impact. He isn't all that damaged by it though, because a moment later, he's turning, reaching out with his tiny 'forearms' and pushing himself up to standing again. "Hrmph...Decepticon want play rough? Fine. Grimlock for playing rough...RAWR!"

A moment later, he is thundering forward, putting his head down, as he literally moves to bowl over the sextuplachanger with his sheer weight, size and great strength.

Tyrannosaurus Rex strikes Sixshot with Dino Charge.

Comcast has connected.

<Decepticon> Fleet says, "I'm not even denting this guy!"

<Decepticon> Comcast says, "Who?"

<Decepticon> Fleet says, "Grimlock!"

<Decepticon> Comcast laughs.

<Decepticon> Comcast stops for a moment, as he realises HE is en-route to Grimlock as well.

<Decepticon> Fleet says, "Thank you, Comcast. I'm reassured."

<Decepticon> Comcast says, "Focus on distracting him. Otherwise there's little you can do."

Fleet snarls to himself in frustration as he fires off his second best attack against the dinosaur and barely manages to chip his paint. And he hasn't the energy to keep /that/ up for long! BLAST BLAST BLAST! Still, as long as Grimlock is concentrating on Sixshot, the seeker is free to continue to strike at the Dinobot with his lesser attacks. Perhaps he /could/ deliver a bit more damage with a gravity assisted kick, but no WAY is he involving himself in melee with THAT thing.

Tyrannosaurus Rex evades your Shoulder-Mounted Laser Rifle attack.

Did someone say 'Ow'? Certainly not, but it would be appropriate. Sixshot goes crashing back into the ground, skidding several meters. A pronounced dent now decorates his chestplate. "Two... can play at this game." he mutters, shifting into his tank form. Even before he's finished, he bolts forward, intent on damage.

Sixshot transforms into the form of a siege tank.

Siege Tank strikes Tyrannosaurus Rex with Cowcatcher (Side).

Roaring through the sky is the shrill sound of a fighter jet at break-neck speeds. A Red F-15 Seeker emerges from the east, rocketing towards the co-ordinates it was transmitted. "I'm in the area now, Fleet." He transmits on a tight frequency to his fellow Seeker. "What's the sit-rep?"

Tyrannosaurus Rex turns just slightly, he dosen't so much dodge Fleet's attack as simple blunder out of the way of it, carrying through after the impact and straightening up. He watches as Sixshot comes to a halt, and transforms into something even more combat worthy. "Hrnnn, NOW this getting interesting!" Grimlock growls a moment later. "Grimlock finally getting good worko.." He is cut off by the harsh crunch of metal on metal as the tank rams into him. The force is not enough to knock him over, but he does stumble back, his tail lashing wildly before it slams down onto the ground, steadying him a moment later as he stops his momentum. "Hurnh....big, slow tank now? Not enough for Grimlock, Grimlock -strongest- Autobot! Grimlock see how thick tank armor is!" A moment later, he turns and thunders back towards Sixshot, literally lifting his foot at the last second as he starts to slam down again and again with it...as if trying to smash -through- him in the process.

Tyrannosaurus Rex strikes Siege Tank with Dino Stampede.

The squat Drill Tank rips through the distance like it was nothing. Clouds of dust are kicked up in its wake -- its arrival could never be defined as anything stealthy. Finding Grimlock contending with the likes of Sixshot on the ground and a Decepticon jet in the air, he opts to repeat the maneuver that made him famous in the Monacus Olympics several years back. With a quick swerve, Twin Twist presses his fender against a neighboring tree, fracturing its trunk hard enough to make it begin tipping to the side. Pulling back and pausing, the Jumpstarter spins its wheels and barrels ahead with its treads, riding the length of the falling tree to its leafy head. His transformation is, in effect, an awesome catapult. He is shot into the air, where he zips right by Fleet and promptly flips overhead. Not being particularly aerodynamic, gravity takes its effects upon Twin Twist rather quick. He falls.. in front of Fleet's face. "'Ey. Howya doin'?" He remarks to the Decepticon, offering a slight salute before throwing his fist at him.

Drill Tank transforms into Twin Twist by flipping his legs off his chest!

Twin Twist strikes you with Sock-It-To-You for 5 points of damage.

Fleet is about to radio back to Comcast when Twin Twist suddenly comes flying by, his fist causing the Seeker's head to snap back! "Ow!" is, at first, the only thing to be transmitted over the radio before Fleet shuts off his radio. "Tricursed ground-kisser! Stay where you belong!" he shouts, firing after the falling Autobot before reactivating his coms. "Not good, Comcast! Another Autobot just made a showing!"

You strike Twin Twist with Shoulder-Mounted Laser Rifle <Pulse Mode>.

Eek! Stampede! The tank backpedals as fast as possible, but it's no use. He was too close. Ergo, dino-feet smash down upon his armor, remolding it something fierce. A few parts goes flying off, landing on the ground nearby. Still, he has fight left in him. "Is that all?" he asks. "Guess what? That wasn't the best I can do." His engine revs and he launches back toward Grimlock.

Siege Tank strikes Tyrannosaurus Rex with Cowcatcher (Centre).

In a way, it's like a battle of the titans now. One slams into the other, then the other slams back. As Grimlock stares at the tank coming at him, he stays put, the harsh *CRUNCH* issuing out as his main body is run into, and he backpedal several paces again, slumping for a moment as a noticable dent appears in his underside. And yet, his form remains damnably hard to penetrate, despite the dents and dings, his armor maddeningly thick. "Hrnnn, is not bad..." he grunts lowly, his optics narrowing to slits, before he straightens up. "...is not the best Grimlock can do either!" A moment later, he thunders forward, and in a move like something of prehistoric proportions, he raises one large foot, as if to push down the 'horns' of his opponent (or in this case, gun) out of the way, his jaws descending, open wide, and teeth descending on the armor. His biting power is legendary, anything that gets between his jaws all but doomed...and he now tries to do just that to the Decepticon.

Tyrannosaurus Rex strikes Siege Tank with Grimlock's best bite..

So the red seeker is flying towards Grimlock.. and guest. Wonderful. Still, he's gotta help out his own kind. At least he can get involved in the fracas without pissing off a dinobot if it calls for it. Oh, it's one of those fast transforming Autobots. How.. quaint. Comcast transforms, sending quick volley of energy blasts to Twin Twist, hopefully giving Fleet a chance to retreat and recuperate a little.

The sounds of gears whirring and a jet engine dying down can be heard, as Comcast shifts his form into his natural state.

Comcast strikes Twin Twist with Energy Rifle! (Low).

In mid-fall, Twin Twist catches several laser shots to his shoulder. They put minor wounds into him, and in the midst of all this plummeting, he barely realizes it. Whumfp! .. Thunk!

"..bwuh?" The Jumpstarter murmurs, optics raised in bewilderment. He looks down, realizing his fall has been broken by landing ontop of Grimlock's back. Tilting his head to the side, he looks to the dinosaur beneath him and offers a wave. "Hullo, Big Grim! Ah see ah'm not too late fo' thuh pawty!" Several more shots ring by, one of which clip by his helmet. "Whutthuhlugnuts?" He glances up, noticing another Decepticon jet nearby. "Yew lil' scamps!" Yew try dis on fo' size!" Twin Twist suddenly lifts up the most extrordinary thing you'd ever see. An enormous rifle, seemingly out of scale for Transformers, completely chromed like the rims of an expensive sports car. Twin Twist wields this cannon like it was second nature to him, hardly deterred by what might off-balance other mechanoids. He lifts it up and pulls the trigger, firing several shots from his advantageous dino-perch.

Twin Twist strikes you with Semi-Automatic Burst for 7 points of damage.

<Decepticon> Fleet says, "That's it. I'm not dying for /this/ scrap of land. I'm pulling out."

<Decepticon> Soundwave says, "Trypticon Medical. Prepare for incoming."

The shots pierce Fleet's left wing, causing him to hiss in pain. He's had it! He's been peppering the Autobots with everything he's had, and they've been shrugging it off like it was nothing! With a final message over the radio to inform his comrades that he's not sticking around the pastel yellow seeker transforms and guns his thrusters to top speed, taking off with all due haste.

Fleet transforms from robot to pyramid jet.

Fleet retreats from the area swiftly, outdistancing all pursuit and parting shots.

"YAAAARGH!" There's no denying that Grimlock's bite /hurt/. A huge chunk of the tank's armor is lost in those massive jaws. Swiftly, the vehicle pulls back, losing a bit more in the process. Then he transforms, rising into his robot form, and ascending into the air as he fires a stream of concentrated sound from one of his hypersonic concussion blasters. "You'll pay for that!"

Sixshot unfolds into his towering robot form.

Sixshot strikes Tyrannosaurus Rex with Hypersonic Concussion Blaster (Right-Handed).

Comcast picks up Fleet's retreat on the radio. If Fleet is going to make away proper, Comcast better distract this one. The DCI Commander's not read this one's file, though there seems to be everything you need to know about him in his demeanour. "That's some nerve of you to call /us/ little," Comcast says, firing a higher-level blast. "I'll stay up here in the air if you don't mind, I'm not interested in an uppercut to my kneecaps." Hopefully between the assault and the taunting, Fleet has the time to get away. Comcast just hopes this doesn't hurt /too/ much..

Comcast strikes Twin Twist with Energy Rifle! (High).

Tyrannosaurus Rex is landed on, a moment later, even as he comes up, tearing away rivets of armor in his jaws, and even swallowing them down then. Finally, he tilts his head around, looking at Twin Twist behind him, and giving an audible snort. "Hrmph, Grimlock not horse! Grimlock king!" A moment later, he gives an audibly, "Yeowtch!" as the sound assaults his audio receptors, prompting him to lower his head for a moment and clamp both of his small hands over the sensitive receptors. "Hrnnn, Grimlock think it time to kick up a notch!" He looks up after the Decepticon as he takes to the air, before abruptly....and with no warning to poor Twin Twist, transforms. Taking to the air is a trick that often works for Decepticons against Autobots, except this Dinobot, like any other, is capable of following. And follow he does, rising straight up, as he goes low and puts his shoulder out ahead of him, seeking to bodily ram into the other transformer, giant to giant.

Grimlock tilts his head down and raises up, unfolding and twisting into robot mode.

Grimlock strikes Sixshot with Shoulder Tackle.

"Yeehow!" Twin Twist declares joyously as he clutches to Grimlock by the "wing." Such tactics are powerful reckless by some and too extreme by others. This Jumpstarter would fall in with the latter, for being an Autobot means doing some crazy f'n things in the name of heroics. Still lugging that massive weapon, Twin Twist attempts to aim it at Comcast. Squeezing the trigger, several loud shots are discharged. *CHOOMCHOOMCHOOM* The entire assembly bucks back in his hand, adding to the enormous dramatic effect of such a fabulous weapon!

Twin Twist strikes Comcast with Semi-Automatic Rifle Cannon.

Sixshot grunts loudly as he's collided with, driving him back further in the air. Shunting his blasters back into subspace, he grabs at the Dinobot propelling him, and does his best to twist and toss him back toward the ground. "Die!"

Sixshot strikes Grimlock with Kuki Nage (No Body Contact Throw).

The multiple shots make avoiding /all/ of them nearly impossible for Comcast. While he narrowly dodges the first blast, the second one clips him leaving him open for the third, catching him square on the chest. 'Yaaah!' he yelps. The little runt can pack a whallop. The Seeker lands, remaining with his ranged weapons. He is SO not getting close to him while he is so close to Grimlock. The Seeker's speakers fire up, sending twin waves of devastating white noise towards the Jumpstarter.

Comcast strikes Twin Twist with Sonic Shriekers!.

Thanks to Comcast's distraction (and his own speed), Fleet is able to make his escape. He roars off, heading back to Carbombya.

* SPINNY! *

Trypticon Medical Bay

Several operating tables are set in a row here, and long benches line the walls. On these benches are assorted tools and equipment used in repairing damaged Decepticons. The benches near the door are for patients waiting their turn for treatment. Scattered throughout the room are various repair droids, awaiting the arrival of more wounded to repair. The room gives you the perception of being immaculately clean, with not a single tool out of place. Your olfactory sensors pick up the faint odor of the cleansing solutions used to keep the room clean and sanitary.

Contents:

Soundwave

Sign

Gumby Medic

Obvious exits:

East <E> leads to Trypticon Laboratory.

West <W> leads to Trypticon Main Hallway.

Fleet drags himself in rather slowly. He has a few holes in his right wing and a minor dent on his chin, but the most obvious damage is a huge laser-gash that, in robot mode, shows up below his cockpit, on the outsides of his arms and on the insides of his legs. It wouldn't take much to deduce that he took a pretty bad hit right down the middle of his pyramid mode's underside.

Sixshot enters from the Main Hallway to the west.

Sixshot has arrived.

Soundwave just happened to be in the ward hoping something the Constructards might be doing that was worth snooping in on. Since they aren't here, he has made the most of it and prepared for an expediate repair of Fleet. The Seeker bed has been cleared, and Soundwave is awaiting at the doorway consulting a generic Seeker chart. As Fleet arrives, Soundwave looks up. "Fleet. Be seated."

And they don't get that much more generic than Fleet! No special abilities, no cool powers, no particularly nifty weapons... just a whole lotta wimp! The pastel wonder nods, lacking the energy to render a formal salute at the moment, and heads over to the Seeker bed to sit down, murmuring, "Yes, sir," as he goes.

Someone who is cool, on the other hand, is everyone's favorite (and only) sixchanger, Sixshot. And he just happens to lurch into the bay, his left arm mangled, and most of his armor battered and torn. Fuel leaks from several gaping cracks. "Medic."

Fleet pulls his knees up to his chest and looks at the newcomer. "Looks like he needs help more than I do," he observes rather calmly. Of course, personally, he's inclined to think that anyone who's willing to stick around long enough to get THAT badly damaged is a plain fool, but he keeps that to himself.

Soundwave had no idea that there was /another/ incoming, so he is not prepared. "See that Sixshot is seated." He commands to one of the various on-duty doctors, a small green tapeling. The Green medic prepares a bed and gets a scanner ready while Soundwave continues work on his own patient. Retrieving a rudimentary scanner, he does a quick analysis on Fleet. The green tapeling does the same for Sixshot, whether he is standing or sitting.

Soundwave pulls out a medical scanner and runs a check on Sixshot.

Soundwave pulls out a medical scanner and runs a check on Fleet.

Fleet is bright enough to actually warn the home front that he's returning, so he gets the good attention! Hurray for cowardice! When Fleet realizes that he's still being tended to immediately he lowers his legs so as to keep them out of Soundwave's way and watches with mild interest as the DCI's high command liaison trains his scanner on him.

Sixshot manages to make his way to the appointed bed and sits, reluctantly. But only because he's liable to keel over at any moment if he doesn't. Humiliation compounded upon humiliation. He glowers at his tape medic and wordlessly waits to be whole again.

The tape medic has to climb up on the ward bed to continue his repair work. "Tssk, gonna have to do a complete replacement here." He mutters to himself. He starts by removing all standard access panels to the servos in Sixshot's left arm, so that he can establish exactly what is going to need repairing, what is going to need replacing and what is still good to go, teeth marks and all.

Soundwave, meanwhile, begins work on Fleet's lower torso. The diagnostic revealed a few secondary systems are going to need replacing before the wound can be welded shut. He connects a device up to an exposed port in the area. "Disengaging all combat and other non-essential systems." Soundwave intones to his patient.

Fleet nods, and then visibly winces as his combat systems, along with several others, are shut down. Combat systems non-essential? But it feels so wrong to be without them! The seeker is never particularly powerful, but being without these things makes him feel even more vulnerable than normal. His hands tense as he holds onto the side of his bed until he remembers to tell them to unclench.

Sixshot looks on balefully. His arm is mostly useless, from an explosion not a bite. Damn missiles. Most of that armor is melted and charred. The lovely bite marks dominate his chest.

They're non-essential in a medical ward. You don't want to shoot someone in a medical ward, do you? DO YOU? Sigh. The procedure is simple enough, remove the circuit boards and replace them with standard issue parts, of which there are plenty in stock. While Soundwave works, he turns to Sixshot. "Sixshot. Report on battle outcome."

The Medic, whose name is Bead-Blast, has more or less stripped away everything in Sixshot's arm. The componentry in a Six-changer is NOT as standard-issue as a Seeker. Everything needs to be five other things and be uber-flexible too. As Bead-Blast removes piece after piece of componenty, he becomes more and more bewildered at the complexity of the device.

Soundwave begins work on Sixshot's severe injuries.

Soundwave begins work on Fleet's minor injuries.

Sixshot has disconnected.

Fleet doesn't want to shoot anyone, but that's not going to make having his combat systems off-line feel any less strange! The seeker remains silent (since, after all, he wasn't being asked the question, although Sixshot seems to have passed out due to his injuries) as he somewhat dimly watches Soundwave work.

Hmpf. Stupid unconcious Sixshot. Bead-Blast carries on, wondering how in the pit he is going to get the pieces. Soundwave, meanwhile, still needs a report. The systems have been installed and he re-activates them. All that is required is a simple patch-job. He picks up a laser-welder and begins sealing off the giant gash. "Sixshot unable to submit report. Fleet. Report on expedition." He intones to the Flee.

So Sixshot is the other's name, hmm? He never bothered to give it before arriving on the scene and barking out orders! "Sixshot was concerned over the reports of nearby Autobot activity and asked that I accompany him on a patrol," Fleet begins, making things sound so much more polite than they actually happened. "While on patrol we discovered Grimlock along the Nile and rather near the Carbombyan border, apparently having set up watch." Well, he DID have binocs. "We engaged the Autobot. I put out the call over our frequency, and another Autobot..." here Fleet pauses a moment as he searches his memory banks for a name, "Twin Twist arrived on scene at aproximately the same time as Comcast. I withdrew not long after, so I can't report further."

"Acknowledged." Soundwave resonates as he patches up the wound. "Patrols must improve. Autobots must not learn of our operations."

You're going to have to find a LOT more active Military Operatives than actually exist to pull THAT off, buddy. Heck, the entire division doesn't even contain a single active FC! But that's neither here no there. Fleet cocks his head somewhat curiously, though he's careful not to make more problems for Soundwave. "Well, uhm... can't they just use one of those damned satellites, or something like that, anyway?"

They're called.. NPCS. besides, What is Wildrider? Hm? Okay, so he hasn't been here in a few weeks, but still. "Technology is in place to scramble their satellites." Soundwave intones, finishing up the work on Fleet's torso and moving onto his arms. Applying a small amount of metal, he easily seals up both arms.

Fleet forgot about Wildrider! Whoops! "Ah. Okay," the seeker answers somewhat dumbly as he continues to watch Soundwave work. And now we see why Fleet is MilOps and not DCI! Well, actually, it has more to do with the fact that he's never really been trained to think about such things. No one likes the military grunts getting too clever, and getting too clever is exactly what tends to get Fleet into some of his weirder situations, anyway.

Soundwave doesn't mind the occasional question. But at least Fleet knows to shut up, unlike some people. The patch-up work is finished, so he turns the work over to Bead-Blast, who will paint over the damaged area, leaving Soundwave free to handle the complex work on Sixshot.

Fleet slips off the table and looks after the high command member. The spy seems to be done with him, but he never actually dismissed him. Well, might as well go the blunt route. "Am I dismissed then, sir?"

Bead-Blast hops up onto Fleet's bed, sander and primer in hand. "Fat chance, you wanna go out with this ugly patchwork?" He says, pointing to the scorch marks on Fleet's frame where the wounds were healed.

Oh, yeah. The repainting. Fleet still must be fuzzy headed from the recent damage and then having half his systems shut off. It CERTAINLY wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that it's four AM where his player is. "Ah. Yeah. Sorry," he murmurs and stands by. After all, what with all the sand and all around, keeping one's paint layer (with its protective properties and all) in-tact is important...

And now, the 4am, gotta sleep version.

Bead-Blast sands the wounds, primes it. He then mixes up some canary yellow and white to get the pastel yellow that Fleet is. He then paints Fleet with the paint. Fleet is painted Hurrah!

Now go to bed!