Trypticon Training Room

This stark, spacious chamber is well-reinforced and shielded to stand up to the strain of many practice bouts. A training drone stands in one corner of the room, ready for a workout. The walls are sheathed in protective alloys that house sensors and cameras to project to the shielded monitors, allowing the combatants to observe their fight and progress. Off to the side are a few seats for spectators to observe the combatants and let out a cheer or two.

Contents:

Verdant

Training Drone

Obvious exits:

West <W> leads to Trypticon Troop Quarters.

Arachnae enters from the Troop Quarters to the west.

Arachnae has arrived.

Fleet is not on 'slave menacing' duty, and managed to get a nice dance in during his last patrol, so he decides it's best to put in some training... after all, he has rather frightening mentors that he's not interested in letting down. He steps into the training room and while he manages to give the same impression of trapped motion that he always has, there's something perhaps a bit less... nervous about it than usual.

Verdant too, has no specific tasks at the moment, so he too is rather interested in improving his skill as a warrior. Granted, he has some skill--one didn't make it as a Decepticon in any fashion if they couldn't look after themselves--but he needs to improve, giving the increasing number of times he'd let Fleet or Fulcrum or *shudder* Catechsim rope him into going on a raid.

Arachnae strides into the training facility, a smile crooked on her face. She's humming some odd merry sounding harmony, wings tipped back at a jaunty angle. Evidently, even the medic needs practice.

Upon entering, Fleet spots Verdant. Ah, the geek with the special weapon that KEEPS HURTING. And now, who's that? Arachnae! Boy, isn't his timing just /fantastic/. The pastel seeker inclines his head. "Verdant. Arachnae." A grin tickles the left corner of his mouth. "It seems we all had similar ideas at the same time... which is fine, I suppose. The drone gets rather dull..."

Verdant nods his agreement. The drone is a useful for basic training, but against other Decepticons...particularly those who operate in the same basic plane and environment as you is always more useful. "Indeed," he says. "The drone lacks...a certain edge, I find."

Arachnae blinks and ceases her humming upon finding herself hailed in greeting. "Ahh, greetings Fleet." bare pause as she glances at the other Seeker, "Verdant.'" wings flick and settle behind her neatly, "And indeed, simular idea at the same time. If you two wish to spar, I can choose another time so as not to interrupt." Smile crooks.

Fleet shakes his head. "The more participants, the more chaotic, and since we all know how chaotic real combat can be, it makes sense. Besides, rarely in the field am I able to engage in a nice little one-on-one sparring match with someone close to my own abilities... either I'm badly outnumbered, or I'm pairing up in groups against a single opponent... even when I do go one-on-one, it's rarely even."

"As he said," Verdant says, "the more the merrier." Of course, having more combatants gives him a bit of an edge too, since he's not especially powerful. Let others soften the enemy up, and he'll finish things with a nice sharp blast of rot ray. Unfortunately, that probably won't hold the surprise factor it was before... as his boss, Arachnae more than likely already knows about it.

Arachnae hmms, "Points well taken. Battle isn't usually ever so cut and dried as a run against the drone." She nods at the training device. "So, a general free for all or teams? I leave the choice to the one who is formally within our combat division."

You're making Fleet choose? But he's just a gr- oh, wait. Trooper. But still! "Erm... teams. We rarely engage in three-way combat in the field, after all." He looks to Verdant, than back up at Arachnae. "Despite any of your claims to the contrary, I've seen you in combat... you can hold your own better than Verdant and I can, so if we're going two against one, I think it should be set up like that."

Verdant nods his agreement with Fleet once more. "Preferable indeed," he says. There is...something not quite right about Arachnae, something that makes him want not to linger in her presence. Fleet, at least, is a knowable quality. And probably something like a friend to the green seeker.

Not quite right is one way to describe the medic turned hunter. Her optics gleam a soft shade of emerald, "So the two of you against me." she tips her head to the side, looking off for a moment before glancing back, "I do need the training myself. Not so very well versed in combat as you may think." Wings flex behind her as she steps back, sending missive to the system in order to cycle up the safeties. "Shall we dance?"

Fleet throws back his head and chuckles warmly. "Arachnae... I never stop dancing!" And as if to demonstrate he leaps into the air and twists in an airborne pirouette before reaching out his right arm towards the Sweep-sister, starting with his weaker weapons to get warmed up.

Arachnae evades your Death By A Thousand Papercuts attack.

Verdant too, launches himself into the air, taking an opposite orbit from Fleet and steadying his nerves as he prepares himself for battle. Best to start small, as always, and work his way up. His arm snaps up, weapon at the ready, and he fires.

Verdant misses Arachnae with his disruptor attack.

<Decepticon> Proximity alert: Sensors indicate transport shuttle inside security perimeter. IFF code responds as UN aircraft. Sensors indicate Autobot signals. Sensors do not pick up activated weapons systems.

Arachnae spans wings out with a sudden snap, propelling the femme into the air as Fleet strikes out, "Good to hear!" Wicked grin on her face, moreso of prepending enjoyment of a good bout than anything malevolent. She spins to the side, wings snapping in behind her just as Verdant lets loose. "Hmm..." Then she freezes with wings once more fanning out behind her, "Whaa." Optics narrow, "And just when I was going to... Nyah..." She drops to the ground, holding a hand up, "You two continue, I should see who's the acting commander on watch, do excuse me."

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "This is arachnae to Trypticon command, who is acting watch commander?"

<Decepticon> Axis says, "Patrol route three-seven-niner, zero contact, heading zero-niner-zero. Returning to base."

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "That didn't answer the question..."

<Decepticon> Axis says, "My sincerest apologies, Frau Arachnae... Simply reporting my standard patrol route findings. I'm afraid my... timing... is lacking."

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "Understandable, Herr Axis *amusement in her tone* If you would report upon your arrival the location of that unknown incoming."

<Decepticon> Axis says, "I will include all my findings in my report, Frau Kommandant. But I am afraid the contact reported by proximity sensors failed to be in my patrol pattern... But rest assured, the Russ-I mean, eastern front is secure."

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "Very well then."

As Arachnae's optics narrow, Fleet's widen. "SCRAP! Not again!" Despite Arachnae's recommendations that they continue this bout, this sounds like it could be serious. So instead he touches back down and looks at the MSE commander. "Are you certain, Arachnae? If there's anyway I can help..." He cringes as the Terran taint seeker continues to rattle on.

Verdant too, halts his combat. Though certain Decepticon instincts cry at him to press that advantage of distracted opponents, the more rational parts of him urge caution. "Are we... under attack?" he asks simply, not entirely worried, not with the defenses they've got. Not to mention all the real warriors.

Arachnae flicks wings, "Uncertain, but it bears looking into." She turns on a heel, still wary, but composing herself to a more icy demenor. "Should we be, I do hope that the ranged patrols are close enough to return quickly." With that, she pads out of the trainer, "Come with me as you will, I will not command you to this, for now."

"Well, I'll follow, anyway, Arachnae. Off-duty doesn't apply in cases like this." And with that the yellow seeker scampers after the semi-sweep.

"I too shall come," Verdant adds. While he doesn't exactly relish combat, he's sure as Primus not going to act the coward in front of one of his commanders. He too, moves to follow.

* Spinny! *

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:

Foxfire

DepthCharge

Rodimus Prime

Jazz

Michael Briar

Inferno

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire>

Shuttle <Sky Lynx>

CPT

Trypticon <T>

Carbombyan Palace

Obvious exits:

East <E> leads to Red Sea.

West <W> leads to Nile River.

Fly <Up>

Arachnae emerges from the city that is Trypticon.

Arachnae has arrived.

Rodimus Prime stands from his chair and heads toward the exit ramp as Air Sky Lynx lands in his typically quiet fashion. "A smooth flight as always Sky Lynx. Lets hope the rest of the evening's activities are as calm and reserved." As he reaches the sand Rodimus transforms. "Autobots, transform and roll for it." There's a pause, "Keep your optics peeled for Decepticons and local military." Rodimus pulls alongside the UN transport humvees and keeps a respectable distance, but is still close enough to respond to violence if necessary.

Shuttle <Sky Lynx> remains motionless in shuttle mode near the Albatross, "If you don't mind Prime, I'll stay here and protect the EDC ship. Just in case the Decepticons want to play dirty and attack it... If you need me just call and I'll be there faster than the desert wind."

Foxfire follows suit, unstrapping himself and exiting the shuttle after his comrades. He glances over his shoulder at the compartments on his hips, having loaded them with rockets earlier, just in case. Always helps to be prepared, after all.

Arachnae steps out of the main entrypoint to trypticon, wngs folded behind her, tips just over her shoulders. She's looking off, head slightly tilted as if listening to something being piped to her. "Hnn.." stopping, she takes time to send off a few messages in order to attempt to gain clarification of location and intent.

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "Security, I need a triangulation of where this contact went and or landed. And all outlying patrols, report in."

DepthCharge would transform and roll out, but that would require someone towing the beached sub. And as funny as that mental image is, the Aquabot instead takes to the air as he activates his internal anti-grav generators and begins to follow Rodimus Prime via a few feet in the air.

And guess who has orders! INFERNO has orders! Passed down from the Chief himself. So as soon as the doors fly open, finding his place behind Rodimus with a failed attempt at a gingerly step, the firefighter thunders out, the thin windwashed sand puffing in protest at the heavy fall of his thick, powerful feet. Time to talk to the regular folks, Inferno. The workin' joes of Carbomya. Roughnecks, derrick setters, all those good hearted hardworkin' people out yonder. If that's the case though, why does the fireman's gut continue to do backflips, pulling the proverbial danger chain that's connected to the back of his throat?

"Y'all heard th' man! Off yer tailboards and on yer feet!" A transformation noise and the mighty roar of a massive diesel engine later, and you see the trail of dust chasing a sparkling crimson fire attack apparatus as it lumbers toward the horizon.

As quick as flashover, arms and legs retract into the deck and chassis as the head disappears to form a sparkling 1985 Pierce Ladder Apparatus. The diesel powerplant rumbles like thunder, roaring and ready!

Jazz is doing the white, handsome and impressively silent schtick tonight. He's decent at it. Really.

Michael Briar nods from his drivers seat. He looks back slightly and says, "We'll be nearing the first village soon sirs." He looks at the EDC soldier in the passenger and says, "Radio to the rest of the convoy we'll be nearing the first stop soon." Michael looks at a map shown glowing on a screen between the driver and passenger and pushes a few buttons on a keypad which flips to a zoomed in area. He sees a town nearby along this road and sure enough, a small village appears over the sand dunes. Michael picks up his radio and clicks it on.

Rodimus quickly transforms into his vehicle form.

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> continues circling above Sky Lynx and company to provide some cover while the peeps are on the ground. Occasionally changing altitude but making no aggressive maneuvers and remaining at slow cruising speed.

Fleet follows Arachnae out of Trypticon, seeming, as always, like he's trying to contain more movement than he can hold. He pauses and cocks his head as she addresses the Decepticon broadband in an attempt to find where the invaders (yes, invaders. We didn't /invite/ them here and we've had no time to make the tea) are located. He stands by, going into 'silent Seeker goon' mode as befits the only Mil-Ops representative in the group.

Verdant follows the others out, eyes darting around nervously, while scanning for broadband traffic. He's only seen a couple of combat ops recently, and only one of those was anything major...and even then he fought more humans than anything else. Hopefully this won't spill over into something terrible.

<Decepticon> Trypticon Security: Reporting that the shuttle has landed near the coast and the signals we're picking up show them slowly parading towards the interior. Please advise.

Sand everywhere. In his u-joints, sneaking up into his transfer case, penetrating brake drums, everywhere there's a crack or crevice, Inferno is getting sand. And it's not 'day at the beach get a suntan and smootch your girlfriend' sand, either. It's almost the consistency of talcum powder, with just enough grit to bring any semblance of durability in a machine to a realistic, screeching halt. But the adage holds true, duty before dishonor, and to the Big Red Machine, if it took standing in this wasteland for eternity, every greased joint and servo locked up tight to see to the safety of the detachment, then put his name on the list. Nothing like blind loyalty, huh?

Finding his way to the edges of the village in question, engine idling with a raucous rumble, the firefighter settles himself in for a long wait. Keep your ears to the skies, Autobots!

Michael Briar drives the convoy past the autobots and into the village. Down narrow mud and brick buildings the several humvee's drive, cautiously. With no weapons, they'd be easy targets. Damn politicians, they'll be the death of the EDC yet. Michael brings the convoy towards the center of the city, which is empty. Men in blue and white uniforms pile out of the vehicles, happy to be out of the transports after such an uncomfortable ride. They start spreading out as one begins calling out in Carbombyese, "Do not be afraid. The United Nations only cares that you are taken care of and are not hurt in any way. Please come out so we may peacefully ask you a few questions." And so on and so forth. Few people really come out to talk to them. Michael climbs out of his humvee as well wearing shades and an edc armored flight suit. They keep the pilot cool so he likes it in this hot dry whether.

DepthCharge continues to float along, on a wing and a prayer. As Inferno shifts into his altmode form, DepthCharge adjusts his direction and begins to sail above the big red engine of mantasm instead of Prime since DC's orders are to slip away at some point with Inferno and Foxfire. And so as Fern begins to idle the Aquabot medic lands next to him and begins to survey the scene before them.

Rodimus comes to a halt just outside the village's perimeter, waiting for the UN Inspection Team to do their job. He remains in his vehicle form, though that's still about as inconspicuous as a 150' tall dinosaur tromping around. "Fan out and post up Autobots. Vehicle modes for the time being.....er, except for Depthcharge, as that's going to fit in even less than I do." The Autobot leader may hope for a peaceful resolution, but he's learned to always expect trouble anyway.

Arachnae's radio clicks and whispers secrets to her, a report from the inerior of trypticon to be certain. Her optics glimmer, narrow and she looks at her compatriots, "Be on your best behavior. We're going to go see what exactly is going on, but we are not to make any overt, violent manuvers." She dusts at herself, "Keep ready your weapons but do not arm them yet." Steeling herself to present a formal, almost diplomatic air. "To the air, we have to see what is happening to report to our Lord."

A seeker's weapons are always ready! It comes of having them attached to the shoulders! Fleet nods. "Yes, Commander," he replies more formally than he usually addresses Arachnae. He leaps into the air to follow the semi-sweep to their destination, now playing the part of a proper (if pastel) seeker.

"As you command," Verdant says. He may specialize in the sciences, but every Decepticon has a little bit of a warrior's heart, especially a seeker. He too takes to the air alongside the others.

Michael Briar waits for the inspectors to be finished. Game on. Since they're out and about talking to folks, there's really not much Briar can do right now. He reaches up and clicks on his radio, "Prime, update if you please. Anything happening outside?"

Hurry up and wait, Inferno. Stand on this broken glass barefooted, Inferno, until we tell you to move. A man of action if there's ever been one, the Big Red Machine is relegated to simply sitting idle, watching, waiting, hands in a lap itching for action. At home, there's the steady diet of fire to fight. Here in this armpit of hell, there's nothing but a delicious plate of sand with a side order of sand. Make that supersized with a biggie sand to drink.

That is, until none other than the Aquabot of wacky hijinx closes in on his position. There was a time in the recent past that extenuating circumstances had this fighter of the flame wanting nothing more than to wrap his fingers around the throat of this fellow Autobot. And to the scarlet titan's recollection, that injustice has never been directly addressed. No better time than the present... "Depthcharge." Inferno whispers, as if he could be heard over the whistling of wind and sand by forces intent on destruction. "'Bout that one time... Been forever ago. When I had that... ya know... trouble. Wit' Galvatrawn n' his bunch. Ain't never apologized fer steppin' toe to toe wit' ya. Thought I oughta get that done since yer right 'ere n' handy."

Shuttle <Sky Lynx> is still grounded near the EDC ship, he could hardly keep a low profile near the village anyway and from here he can quickly reach his fellow Autobots if they need him. Scanning the area, he sends a quick message to Jetfire above him, "They must be coming... do you see them?"

Prime pretty much just sits there in his catbird seat....wait. Sky Lynx is the catbird. In any event he broadcasts a reply. "As best my sensors tell me General, Three Decepticons are enroute from Trypticon. Definitely not an assault force from my readings, but it's still too soon to tell for certain."

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> continues circling around the area "If they are on their way to meet with us they are slow because I cannot see them yet. Have no fear they will show up eventually but I say we still have a few minutes before they get within radar range and a few more before visual range. Things are smooth for now in the sky."

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "Trypticon Command, get in contact withour ally in this region to ascertain if they have any idea what in the name of the pit is going on."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "WHAT IS GOING ON?"

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Take note, if it has anything to do with the UN, we are NOT members. They will be violating soverignty"

DepthCharge's somewhat dazed and vacant expression shifts as Inferno addresses him. His optic visor brightens as he Aquabot medic shifts his full attention onto the red Autobot hero and fighter of flames. After the whispered words have been spoken he says, a light, kind smile flickering across his mouth, "Autobot Inferno, never worry that I consider you to be the same person that I fought with back then. Different times, different circumstances, different person. As far as I am concerned it wasn't you. Merely instinct and emotion that the Decepticons confused and clouded and then let lose. You have nothing to apologize for but I thank you for doing so anyway and believe me it is all behind us."

Foxfire decides to stay close to Rodimus, because it's safer to hang with the big 'Bots. The little saboteur is still silent, having not said a word since the mission started. Maybe his vocal circuits need some repairs? Or maybe not. Either way, he's just being oddly quiet.

<Decepticon> Arachnae is quiet a moment, "We seem to have unannounced guests, my Lord. Sensors picked up a shuttle broadcasting UN transponder signals..." Pause, "Something I was not aware of my lord. We have a small task unit in route to investigate this occurence."

Arachnae spans wings out, tacking towards the coordinates that Trypticon security fed her. She narrows optics, looking all the world unarmed and even in flight, taking a mment to dust at the medical emblem on her shoulder.

Fleet is flying slowly because he's in robot mode, and he's being non-threatening, thank you very much, Sky Lynx! Because we all know how scary a pastel yellow seeker can be if he's not toning down the toughness! He follows behind the medical commander, taking moments to scan the ground beneath him and the area around him in case of attack.

<Decepticon> Axis says, "Resuming patrol route three-seven-niner. Negative contact at zero-niner-zero."

Verdant flies along with the others, with the same measured slowness of the others, trying his very best both to be non-threatening and not to panic. It's something of a natural instinct for him, though it can be overcome. An idle, stupid part of his brain tells him perhaps this can be handled peacefully, but it is surely not to be.

Rodimus remains at his station near the southern edge of the village, awaiting the arrival of the Decepticons. Sure, this isn't the biggest, most exciting mission of all time, but it is important to the UN and in that case, it's important to the Autobots to make sure they don't get in over their heads, so to speak. "Where's Sandstorm when we need him folks? He'd love this terrain."

"That means a lot t' me, hoss... Thank ya." The relief, while not found on the face that's buried underneath tons of fire suppression equipment, is obvious in the tone of the voice that whispers quietly from the grille of the cab. As if a weight even the mighty Inferno has trouble bearing has finally been lifted. Either that, or he's just tired. Because someone THIS cool, THIS jampacked with studly goodness, THIS buffed out and powerful surely can't be concerned with something such as the brotherhood of his fellow man. Surely not... Well, up until heads begin to peek from buildings on the perimeter of the village, hands of mothers quickly pushing the curious faces of children back behind the protection of the walls of the simplistic mud huts. "Depthcharge... Head on a swivel, big guy. We's gonna have some comp'ny."

A slight crackle can be heard as the radio within the fire attack apparatus fires up, transmitting on the Autobot frequency with a startling clarity. "Division B t' Command. Chief, we got non-participants gettin' awful damn curious over 'ere. If I withdraw any further, ah'm outta range from th' inspection team fer rapid evac n' cover. Any way you can tell Briar's boys t' get th' blazin' lead outta their britches?"

Shuttle <Sky Lynx> replies to Rodimus, "...and I really wonder how he could love it... sand everywhere, no trees, no lakes nothing... I wonder why humans want to leave here when some area of this planet are much better for their organism..."

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> spots the incoming "I have visual. I count three bogeys inbound and slow moving. Non-threatning at first glance, stay sharp." Jetfire banks off and slowly moves to intercept the Decepticons in order to stay between them and the UN inspection team for the moment.

The serious and focused expression remains on DepthCharge's face as Inferno gives the alert of a Decepticon presence, luckily. As hopefully that means no DC whacky antics will be seen, as this is a time where the Autobots need to tread carefully. Anything that could set the Decepticons off could ruin whatever the UN is hoping to achieve. He says to Inferno with a nod, "Rodger that. On alert.." and stares off into the distance.

Foxfire thinks for a moment, then hops on top of Rodimus and makes himself comfortable. Hey, at least he's got a better view now! Still not a sound comes from him, even with all the talk from his comrades. Nothing to say, perhaps?

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "Look alert, lads, we're got something large and decidedly not welcome heading our way. Ignore it unless it interferes."

<Decepticon> Fleet says, "Yes, Commander."

<Decepticon> Verdant says, "As you command."

Arachnae tips as she begins a circuitous dive downwards, wings canting as she banks into the languid-seeming banking turn. OPtics are alert, glowing a shimmering green. And the incoming large craft is noted, message relayed to her conpatriots and subsequently, its as if she's ignoring the other craft save for keeping a way watch on it as she leads the group she's with down and ever downwards, spiraling towards the coordinates of the convoy.

Michael Briar is indeed handing candy bars out to the timid children who move closer to the EDC trooper and Briar in the lead humvee. Soon the inspectors come back and one walks up to Briar, the leader of the group apparently, "We wish to speak to Abdul Fakkadi himself. Drive us to the palace please General." Michael drops his jaw and clicks on his radio to speak into it while he hops up into his humvee. He gives the hand signal for people to start gathering around the vehicles as he gets ready to leave.

Fleet follows like a good little silent seeker. Paint him blue and he'd be just like all those nameless seekers in More Than Meets The Eye! Gliding through the desert sky, his wings twitch as he forces himself to contain the urge for some fancy maneuvers... or to react to that BIG FIRKING SHUTTLE nearby. One of the two. Still, his expression is set as he tries to prepare himself for whatever may be.

Verdant follows too, perhaps more inelgeantly than Fleet, but with a certain style of an air warrior all the same. Of course, his optics drift upon the giant shuttle and his mind reels, nearly sending him spiraling out of his flight path. He recovers, but is quickly fighting panic. Surely, that thing isn't an Autobot...!

Rodimus doesn't react badly to being used as a perch for Foxfire, afterall the little tapebot has contributed a lot over the past few months and a little leeway is in order. Still, the first time Foxfire or Steeljaw tries to use him as a scratching post he is drawing the line. Without warning though Rodimus transforms, the small foxbot craddled in one hand before he slowly places him on the ground. "Autobots, transform. We're going to meet the Decepticons. Weapons offline, and out of sight." He turns to walk into the city toward the convoy, taking great care not to break anything or Primus forbid, squash anyone. He comes to a stop beside General Briar's humvee, arms folded across his chest and a stern look on his face.

The Cybertronian RV quickly converts back into Rodimus Prime.

Michael Briar has disconnected.

"Son of a... Jetfire, if someone even THINKS about gettin' tone on you, you better scream like someone just stabbed ya in th' gizzard. Chief, I'm movin' on th' first inbound radar spike that hits. Ah ain't sittin' on mah hands n' lettin' this first shot, now we kill you crap go down like that. It ain't armor n' hardbodies we's talkin' about, it's regular folks. Ain't another Des Moines happenin' on MY watch, dammit." The growl and ferocity is obvious from the radio transmission coming from the firefighter. It's as if the stability of the situation is drifting through his fingers like the sand that forms the ever shifting dunes of Carbomya. And if anything gets Inferno's hackles up, it's when that game is played with the cards of human life.

"Division B t' Command, I'm movin'. Settin' up on th' north end, Division B terminated, assumin' Rescue n' Recovery. First hard spike n' them UN boys 'er comin' out whether they like it 'er not, by Primus."

Shuttle <Sky Lynx> is still remaining where he is, doing his job of glorified taxi as well as he can. "Be careful guys, I bet they won't be happy to see us here."

Foxfire isn't going to use anyone as a scratching post! Honest! And he'll make sure Steeljaw doesn't, either. The tapebot utters a small squeak as Rodimus transforms, and even after being placed on the ground he remains close to his leader. He looks vaguely relieved at Prime's orders, and, still quiet, shuts down his weapon systems.

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "We're going down. be on guard."

Jetfire transmits a message via radio to Rodimus Prime.

Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission.

DepthCharge stands at the ready, still. And as he overhears Inferno's chatter two words ring out clear and loud like a gong 'Des Moines'. Yes, no Autobot who was present will ever be able to forget what happened that day. An eternal reminder that when all is said and done, the Decepticons are never to be trusted. Never allowed any leeway. And that whatever their presence is here in this country no good can come of it.

Rodimus Prime transmits a message via radio.

Jetfire receives a radio transmission from Rodimus Prime.

<Decepticon> Fleet is always on guard! "Will do, Arachnae," he replies.

<Decepticon> Verdant is always careful, always with the eyes darting about for trouble. "Understood," he responds.

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> sees the Decepticons spiraling down probably for a landing so he continues to circle around them from above. After a quick radio check "errr...Roger that Inferno. Things are smooth for now." The cybertronian craft is not making any offensive maneuvers or trying to 'squeeze' the Decepticon's position. Just harmlessly circling around above.

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "IF the Autobots land in our country, that is considered an act of war against a soverign nation . You have the right to fire."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "You also have the right to peacefully approach the EDC or UN if they enter."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Do not fire on them unless fired upon."

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "It would seem that we have both, my lord. Approaching with utmost caution."

<Earth> Galvatron says, "Autobot invaders. Stay out of our borders."

<Earth> Galvatron says, "UN and EDC...you have a right to be here peacefully. State your purpose."

<Earth> Inferno says, "Shut yer hole, creep."

<Decepticon> Fleet replies, "Yes, my lord," in a very respectful tone, completely disguising the fact that, given the numbers he certainly wouldn't care to be the first to fire in this fight.

<Earth> Galvatron says, "Inferno, you are in violation of international human law. FALL BACK."

Galvatron has arrived.

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "Shall I seek words with the leader of this particular group of rabble and verbally remind him of this planets laws and applications in this state, my lord?"

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Yes. I am enroute from Trypticon"

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "As you will and wish, lord."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "If it is humans, be peaceful. Autobots, give them one warning."

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "Understood."

<Earth> Rodimus Prime says, "Galvatron the UN has requested our services as escorts for their humanitarian mission, we are obliged to comply with that request due to our own treaty with them. We will withdraw once the Inspectors have spoken to someone about arranging a meeting with yourself and Abdul Fakkadi."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "We are just as bound by the laws as they are...if they are expected to follow them."

<Earth> Galvatron says, "You withdraw now. Under international law, even as non-members of the UN, we are bound to accept them peacefully."

Arachnae pulls up, making her landing with all due delicacy and grace, backwinging once to stir up the sands tha abound. She half turns, looking to pinpoint the source of this disturbence as well as awaiting the landing of her counterparts. Wings tuck in neatly behind her, optics glimmer behind her visor and she starts to close the distence between herself and the center knot of energy signals and banners.

<Earth> Rodimus Prime says, "International law states you must accept the Inspection teams and any escorts they may see fit to bring to ensure their safety. As soon as this meeting is arranged, we will withdraw. Not before."

Verdant lands beside Arachane, though it is far from graceful. Nervousnes in the face of what seems like the entire Autobot army will do that to you, especially when being a warrior is not your primary function. Why in the name of Cybertron did he come out here...?

Seemed like a good idea at the time?

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Trypticon. Transform. Phase 3. Dino mode. Head to my course."

<Earth> Galvatron says, "Very well, Rodimus, But forgive me if I bring...insurance."

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "My lord, perhaps this can be delt with with words and less a showing of absolute force. Trypticon tends to be agressie and unruly when awoken and denied the chance to destroy."

Fleet touches down right behind Arachnae, his bootjets stirring up the sand as he lands. His wings twitch for a moment, and then he manages to still them, that action the only outward indication of his own fear. It certainly doesn't touch his face as his hard red eyes sweep the surroundings, jaw set in something that sits just short of a sneer, a carefully practiced expression that's far away from what he wears while in the company of Decepticons alone.

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Not when he has the promised alottment of sweet Carboyman energon."

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "Sweet treats for the unruly one..."

<Decepticon> Trypticon says, "Carbo energon! YUM!"

Rodimus stands alongside the Humvees carrying the UN inspection teams, arms folded across his chest. He knows Galvatron is coming, and this little arrangement will need to be made quickly to prevent any serious problems. "Stand your ground." He states flatly.

Ratbat has arrived.

Trpticon transforms and starts bounding behind Galvatron.

<Earth> Rodimus Prime says, "Bring whatever security measures you feel you must bring Galvatron. We are not obliged to leave until the inspectors are satisfied that their concerns are going to be addressed."

<Earth> Galvatron says, "Oh, they will be. Though I warn them, they should read the agreement. I only control the military. I have improved the conditions here. Vastly from what they were. But not as much as I would like."

This time, the chips are all in and the hands are gradually becoming exposed. With this being the case, stealth and finesse are no longer an option. Transforming quickly and immediately stabbing his optics skyward, Inferno lets a low rumble slip from his chest, each and every target and life hazard registering in his processors at the blazing speed of Cybertronian technology. UN Inspector detachment. Numerous residential targets, each assumed occupied. And then there's the Autobot escort. The least of the worries in this quickly degrading fiasco... His own massive feet are encumbersome enough amidst the primitive mud huts of the Carbomyans. But wait, did Jetfire say Trypticon?

His voice, for once, is now low, calm, collected. When the proverbial poop actually hits the fan, it's the only way to be. "Copy that, Chief... Can I go hot yet?"

Foxfire lowers his ears and raises his tail slightly, a small growl emitting from his vocalizers.

Jetfire transmits a message via radio to Rodimus Prime.

Rodimus Prime receives a radio transmission from Jetfire.

<Earth> Rodimus Prime says, "I'm not here to address your control over this country Galvatron. I'm only here to serve as escort to these gentlemen from the United Nations and to see that they're allowed to arrange their formal meeting with yourself and President Fakkadi. My own personal concerns over your treaty will be dealt with at a later time."

DepthCharge's optic visor flickers in alarm as reports of an incoming Trypticon echo through his audio sensors. But since no actual attack is forthcoming yet, he doesn't ready any weapons. Instead he activates a few defenses in case something causes a conflict to begin. He begins by activating Hover to increase his defenses and at the first sign of trouble he will begin Bubbling the surrounding squishies.

<Earth> Galvatron says, "That is where you are mistaken. I don't control this country. It's own government does. I am it's military overseer. Your words, not mine. I formally state I DO NOT control this country. See the treaty. And rest assured, in the absence of Fakkadi...the military of this soverign nation consents. We have done nothing but improve past conditions, but I cannot speak for Fakkadi."

<Earth> Rodimus Prime says, "My apologies. Your control /in/ this country. At any rate, that is not an issue. For the moment."

Then a pre patch issue 3 boss, IE: Galvatron, one shots DC

Being grounded while a giant Dinosaur is flying towards you is not a good thing. Better take the air. "I'm going airborn Prime...just in case. If things go south, run for the terran ship, I'll pick you there." Sky Lynx swiftly shifts into his dinobird mode and takeoff.

From his previous form, Sky Lynx transforms into his Dinobird mode.

This boss also has perma-elude and perma-hasten.

Dont forget the minions

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> switches his weapon systems offline...Not really liking it but orders are orders. "Roger that, weapon systems offline." The craft starts making a much bigger circle around the area so as to stay away from Trypticon's incoming vector.

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Trypticon, stop shy of the village by two miles. You will be visible."

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Then land, SLOWLY. Only then, will you receive the snack I have promised."

<Decepticon> Axis says, "If I may mein Oberherr, we ARE in a position of superior numbers. Pardon my brazen intrusion, but the UN and a major portion of the Autobot strike team could simply become a part of the desert landscape with the upper hand you currently maintain."

Arachnae's optics alight on the rather familiar form of Rodimus Prime. Wings tip foward slightly, tips canting over her shoulders as she strides closer, "Anything I was planning on speaking is rather useless. Galvatron will be here momentarily to discuss this matter with your envoy, Rodimus." clear tone, polite timbre. She inclines her head, "I would suggest useing caution and doplomacy." Wry smile as she folds her arms across her front, the picture of patient calm.

Galvatron flies in, Trypticon behind him. Unlike him, Trypticon stops shy of the village by a couple of miles and comes to land slowly...he has a reward to claim. Galvatron, however, comes down to land right amongst his troops. He stares at the Autobot army, "Give me the representatives. I will do what I can to arrange a meeting. I am only military commander, but I will relay the message to Fakkadi. Take not of the improvements here. That is my militaries doing, but we can only do so much."

Verdant keeps silent and tries to stay upright. The transformation of the shuttle to Dino-bird has shaken him badly. Autobots in this, what for him still feels like the future, give him surges the likes of which only guardian robots should generally be able to.

Fleet strides after the medical commander, behind and slightly to her left, displaying considerably more confidence than he actually feels. Look, he's even gotten that wing-twitch thing under contro- no, there it goes again. Okay, it stopped. Somehow he keeps from freezing at the sight of Rodimus Prime, but the same can't be said when his own Emperor lands. One more wing-flick and the seeker returns to his job of... standing there.

Ratbat flies flapping faithfully near Galvatron's shoulder. "My Lord, plesae remember that we have not allocated any additional energon for a confrontation." He looks back to see where Trypticons is, "I need not remind you that Trypticon is not the most fuel efficient Decepticon..." The growing ranks of Autobots and UN members seems to be troubling Ratbat, "Let's just get this over with as soon as possible..."

Sky Lynx flies in slow circles above the Autobot group, keeping a close optic on Galvatron and Trypticon. He can't hope to win against such a monster but he could be able to delay him long enough for the other to retreat. But for now, he hopes that Galvatron doesn't plan any trap and that Trypticon doesn't go bersek...

<Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Ratbat, our reserves are more plentiful than you think. This is little waste. But your complaint is noted and logged."

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> lowers his altitude and heads over to Inferno's last reported location to see how the firefighter is handling his end of the playing field. At the same time Jetfire ponders the various scenarios involving Trypticon and incendently none of those are pleasant for the village.

Rodimus looks down to the first humvee and then back to Galvatron. He reaches down and offers his hand to the lead inspector, lifting him up once he steps into the palm so that he can speak to Galvatron directly. "Lord Galvatron, the United Nations is reviewing the treaty submitted by President Fakkadi and yourself. However we require a meeting with both yourself and the current ruler of this sovereign nation. A neutral site for the meeting will be arranged upon both your agreement and President Fakkadi's. If you will have the President contact us with his decision within one week, we would be most......appreciative." Rodimus keeps the inspector loosely in his grasp, so Galvatron can respond.

Fantastic. Trypticon on the horizon, the Purple Purveyor of Pontificated Power in Prime's pocket, and nothing but humanity surrounding him from all four sides. If this gets hostile, this village is gone. Steady, Inferno... Eyeball it. Shoot from the hip you smoke eating bastard, because there's no amount of pre-incident planning that accounts for the effects of a city sized dinosaur rampaging through a scattered assemblage of disheveled hovels. And with that, I give it... 10 survivors, tops. Unless something is done and done right now. Hope you're full of wonderful ideas, Chief.

Because your handy dandy firefighting Autobot is drawing a blank.

Foxfire seats himself at Prime's feet like an obedient dog, just...waiting. For what, who knows. But there he sits, silent as ever, his attention focused solely on Galvatron.

<Decepticon> Axis says, "Penny pinching oaf. Der Furher has the peasants groveling at his feet and you taint his audial receptors with talk of energon reserves... By the Reich, I wonder where your priorities lie. In the dominance of the Empire or the drippings at the bottom of an energon cube."

DepthCharge hovers at the ready. Waiting. Ready. All set for action. Just give the word. And he'll act. This is the pose, cause it is short. And sweet. Just like DC likes his femmes. Which explains why he has all those restraining orders from minibots.

<Decepticon> Arachnae says, "Now now, Axis, we all know where Ratbat's priorities are and have long since grown accustomed to them."

Galvatron hehs at the rep, "I, of course, agree. However, this nation is not part of the United Nations. I cannot speak for Abdul. Of course, were it me, I would agree. But I can promise you that I will do all I can to arrange such a meeting, just as I have done everything I an to improve the status of this nations people. I'm just not sure how Abdul will feel about you, an organization he is not part of...questioning his treaties. But, I will certainly advise him to agree.

Arachnae isn't really needed anymore now that the lord and high master as presented himself. So with all due respect, the medic takes a step back, clasping hands behind her back and simply.. looks around to see who Prime's brought with him. As her player gets ready for bed.

Fleet seats himself at Arachnae's feet like an obedient d- wait, no, that was Foxfire's pose. What Fleet does is continue to stand behind the medical commander he followed out here like an obedient Seeker. He takes the time to cross his arms, a motion that, in his kind, is actually a peaceful move, since it's hard to fire shoulder weaponry with one's arms cross, and pays close attention to the drama unfolding before him.

<Decepticon> Axis says, "My apologies, Frau Arachnae. I tend to become... overzealous... at pivotal occasions. My long absence only serves to heighten my anticipation of our forthcoming rule."

Verdant takes a few more steps back than Arachnae does, his fingers twitching every so often. Hands folded in front of him, he can wait this out. Strange though, in his experience, Autobots and Decepticons cannot share the same space for very long without violence.

Ratbat just expends as little energon as possible this round.

Rodimus Prime slowly places the delegate back down into the humvee after the short dialogue between the man and Galvatron. "Very well. We take our leave now Galvatron, peacefully, as we arrived." He taps a small button on his forearm. "Sky Lynx, Jetfire, pick us up and advise the UN transport to take off immediately. We'll deliver the inspectors back to Geneva personally to complete our mission." His optics narrow ever so briefly at Galvatron, and then up at Trypticon. He resists the urge to make a crass quip about Trypticon's stink and watches as the caravan of inspectors makes their way back out of the city. "You and I will settle things as we always have Galvatron, soon enough." A brief pause to give the words meaning before he transmits another message to his forces. "Autobots, prepare to depart."

Sky Lynx nods at Rodimus, "Roger that boss." Then he descends towards the ground, transforming into his shuttle mode.

From his previous form, Sky Lynx transforms into his shuttle mode.

Galvatron snorts, "I dare you Rodimus. I dare you. If you wish to have not only Decepticons hate you." he turns, heading towards his base.

Just what Foxfire was waiting to hear! He's getting sick of this country. He stands, and starts making his way back to Sky Lynx.

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> circles back around to cover Sky Lynx's pickup of the Autobots. "Roger that Rodimus. Giving air cover during pickup." Truth is Jetfire reallys has more interesting projects to work on at the moment.

In classic 'everyone falling asleep so we must finish the scene' fashion, Inferno slowly backs away to the landing zone for the transport craft, optics snapping back and forth from the assembled Decepticons to the human presence. Upon reaching the ride home, he shakes his fist at Galvatron, shouting to the heavens...

"I'll get you, Galvatrawn! DIRTY SANCHEZES FOR ALL YOU BASTARDS! MUAHA! MUAHAHAHA!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

<OOC> Inferno formally requests a retcon of the revious post.

<OOC> Inferno says, "Previous, too."

<OOC> Foxfire says, "WTF...?"

<OOC> DepthCharge says, "You only get one Retcon per month. Are you sure you want to use yours so soon?"

<OOC> Inferno says, "I can't help it... My brane is exploding!"

<OOC> Foxfire hands Fern a mop. "Clean it up!"

<OOC> DepthCharge purges Inferno's pose from all of TIME.

<OOC> Galvatron says, "No fern. That pose stay"

Galvatron has disconnected.

Ratbat has left.

Ratbat passes through the gates to enter Trypticon.

Foxfire has left.

Shuttle <Sky Lynx> soars upward into the sky.

Shuttle <Sky Lynx> has left.

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> soars upward into the sky.

Cybertronian Jet <Jetfire> has left.

Pierce Ladder Apparatus vanishes out of reality.

Pierce Ladder Apparatus has left.

DepthCharge vanishes out of reality.

DepthCharge has left.

Rodimus Prime has left.

What a happy day! Fleet came face to face with about a gazillion Autobots, and DIDN'T GET SHOT AT ONCE. He relaxes marginally as the Autobots leave, but not entirely... after all, there are still squishy-types watching. He glances towards Verdant and allows himself a slight smile. "C'mon, Bot'ny. Time to head home." With that he turns and takes once more to the sky. He could go back to the training room... but after what just happened what he really needs is a good, long drink.