Nightsiege Time: Thu Sep 26 16:47:58 2024

Nightsiege Spaceport

The spaceport is as pristine as the rest of the city, but it's here that you start getting your strongest indications of the sheer military presence that's housed in the Aerospace Headquarters to the north. The spaceport is divided into two distinct sections, as about a third of it is set aside for a small amount of civilian traffic and trade, and the rest is in constant motion as the patrols and strike-forces for the Decepticon Aerospace fleet scramble from one of the two landing strips. A huge stylized tower, dignified at worst and awe inspiring at best, rises over the landing strips, orchestrating all the traffic. Large hangars divide the spaceport physically. Positioned at all entrances to the spaceport are the best of the Decepticon's security troops, who, someday hope to ascend to the ranks of Aerospace.

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Scrapper

Autobot Shuttle <Alpha Trion>

Decepticon Advanced Troops #5848

Nightsiege Spaceport Hangars

Obvious exits:

Fly <Up> leads to Sky above Nightsiege.

North <N> leads to Outskirts of Imperial Headquarters.

East <E> leads to Courtyard.

Scrapper is actually doing some work on the new war fleet, rather than just 'managing'. Apparently, one can only tell gumbies that they don't know how to do their jobs so many times before the gumbies insist that they need demonstrations. Scrapper's not upset about this, though. He enjoys his work, after all.

Fleet is not working. Yay, light limited duty! Instead, he's sitting somewhat out of the way, perched on something handy and ignored (that was probably carried in place by Long Haul) and watching with vague curiosity. Because he doesn't feel like drinking, can't do training, and is grounded, so this is probably about the most interesting thing going on...

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> has arrived.

Scrapper doesn't notice Fleet. He's concentrating, looking the other way, and what's another Seeker out of the endless seas of Seekers? Now, this part needs to be moved elsewhere, so he's carrying it carefully in his shovel.

Mixmaster trudges out to the Fleet with several solvents, sealants and other noxious chemicals in hand. Is he going to remove that awful Yellow colour? No, wrong fleet. The big ones! An MSE seeker unit called Aerosol walks alongside, carrying a larger load of chemicals. He's struggling with the load. "Honestly." Mixmaster mutters to the orange seeker. "Why can't you learn to carry those properly? I mean, Long Haul can carry them." Sheesh, why isn't Long Haul here, after all?

Awful yellow? AWFUL yellow? No! Bumblebee is an awful yellow. Sunstreaker is an awful yellow. Sunstorm is a /really/ awful yellow. Fleet is a pretty pastel yellow. He notices Mixmaster coming and does what he does best - runs away! No, that's not it. He does what he does second best, and becomes part of the background of that sea of Seekers. Mostly he continues to watch with some interest, stay out of the way, and pretend he isn't worth noticing. Because often, folks don't notice a person who's pretending they aren't worth noticing.

Scrapper could use this as argument ammunition if he noticed that Long Haul's not around at the moment. Arriving at the proper spot, Scrapper sees about putting that component into place. Then, he hears the clattering horde, i.e. Mixmaster and a gumby. Scrapper resolves to ignore them while he finishes up that installation. Hopefully, they won't try to drive right into him, unlike some people.

Mixmaster isn't going to drive into Scrapper. He waits until he is in a training room for that! But he does want to talk to him. "Scrapper, I got the stuff, but I don't think you have the right mixtures, I'm sure I could.." He says, but Scrapper is apparently ignoring him. No, he wouldn't do that, Mixy just has to talk louder! "SCRAPPER, I GOT THE STUFF." Mixy: Frustrated! His brother needs to listen to his very important whining! "SCRAPPER!"

Aerosol, meanwhile, wheezes as he drops his heavy unbalanced load onto the ground, knocking over several horrid chemicals in their containers. One of which rolls over near Fleet. A scary-looking one.

Scrapper can't very well install components if he has a noisy green cement truck yelling in his audios, can he? He could continue to ignore Mixmaster and see what happens then, but either way, he's not going to get anything installed. So Scrapper sighs, puts down what he was working on, and asks with no small amount of weariness, "What now? Has Bonecrusher fallen down the well?"

Long Haul is not /here/ because he's going to pick some crap to bring back here, thank you! Those supplies don't move themselves, you know!

Meanwhile, Fleet goes from sitting on his stack of supplies to perched upon it, feet on top, legs bent, hands grasping onto the edge for balance. It is a scary looking container, and Fleet is easily scared. Do standard Decepticon troopers get training on the proper response to chemical spills? Probably not, although the U.S. Military certain provides it.

Mixmaster is about to say repeat /again/ that he had the chemicals, but then Scrapper mentions Bonecrusher falling down the well. But Mixy only just did that! He thought he could get away with it, but Scrapper found out somehow! "Ho.. How did you know about that?" He nervously stammers.

Fleet eyes the puddle of... what is that stuff, anyway? nervously, then slips away on the opposite side of his perch. He hadn't been planning on sticking around for very long, anyway, and this looked like as good a time as any to make his exit.

Scrapper peers at Mixmaster suspiciously and says loftily, "I have my ways." Read: Scrapper just got lucky with the power of blind guessing. Scrapper waves his shovel and notes, sighing, "Better have Hook haul him out, then."

Fleet begins retreating, leaving himself vulnerable to parting shots from Mixmaster, Scrapper, Autobot Shuttle <Alpha Trion>.

Comcast arrives from the Outskirts of Imperial Headquarters to the north.

Comcast has arrived.

Comcast moves north to the Outskirts of Imperial Headquarters.

Comcast has left.

<OOC> Mixmaster says, "CRAP."

The world implodes.

My stuff!

Fleet manages to sneak off in the other direction while Scrapper and Mixmaster are distracted by the end of the universe. Ha!

Mixmaster is worried now. Scrapper has his ways? Sounds scary. "..right." He says, quietly. "Actually, I was going to get Scavenger on the job. Though I doubt even /he'd/ find Bonecrusher useful." Mixy snickers at his little joke.

Suddenly, reality distorts, and Fleet was never there at all. Damn animation errors. Still, the mess is there, and Aerosol goes to get a mop.