IHQ Time: Sat Oct 26 17:02:12 2024

Central Chamber in IHQ. Present: Long Haul and Catechism

<Decepticon> Scourge says, "I need a couple of Seekers as... volunteers."

<Decepticon> Fleet says, "Sir? What planet are you on? I'm presently assigned to general chaos-causing missions on Earth."

<Decepticon> Chimera can't speak, so therefore cannot volunteer. That and she's doing Mil-Ops paperwork right now.

<Decepticon> Wildrider says, "Hehehehe, don't count the stunticons out Scourge! We may not be seekers, but we're 1..er...2...no, wait, what's after 9? 10! That's right, 10 times better than a seeker!"

<Decepticon> Scourge says, "Perfect... because that will be part of our mission. Causing chaos... in a way the Autobots are sure to dislike intently. Some... packages require personal delivery."

Catechism is coming out of the troop hall, which is a pretty logical place for her to be when she's not out on patrol. She's not paying much attention to where she's going, either. Collision avoidance software? What's that?

<Decepticon> Fleet says, "No doubt, Wildrider! My designers foolishly shunted processor power that /could/ have gone to combative abilities to cogitation subroutines instead! It was a mistake rectified in later models, I think. Anyway. Scourge, sir, where shall I report to?"

<Decepticon> Scourge says, "The MSE office in New Crystal City. I shall arrive there momentarily."

<Decepticon> Wildrider says, "Sure sure, I'll bring Mr High Explosive with me, he'll want to play too!"

<Decepticon> Fleet says, "Aye, sir. On my way now."

Ferrari 308GTB arrives from the IHQ Main Entrance Hall to the south.

Ferrari 308GTB has arrived.

Ferrari 308GTB waits for the lift to arrive.

The lift quietly comes to a halt at this level.

Long Haul is stomping, fists clenched, from the elevator /to/ the Troop hall, intent on blowing off some steam in the training room. He does see the Seeker, but assumes that she's going to get out of his way. Long Haul may be short, but he's... substantial.

Ferrari 308GTB roars down the hallway nearly nailing a few cons along the way. "Excuse me, move it or lose it, watch those feet!" he mocks while he swerves and dodges the gumby cons. He leaps into the air transforming and landing on his feet near the elevator.

The ferrari 308GTB lifts up and spins around shifting his parts till he forms the stunticon terrorist Wildrider!

In an amazing show of situational awareness, Catechism does get out of the way. She then double-takes. Bright green, looks like construction equipment... got to be a Constructicon. The Seeker flicks her ailerons and asks, "Excuse me, but can you point out which one of you is Long Haul?" Oh sure, she can mostly tell apart her fellow seekers, because they're different colours, but Constructicons? They're all lime green! She glances over at Wildrider momentarily. He really rather rambunctious, isn't he?

Long Haul, also, turns to look at the Stunticon. Huh. One of those /newer/ gestalt members. Tearin' through the place like he owns it. While poor Hauler has been toiling away for millions of years, trying to be noticed... Bah. He then turns to study Catechism, optic band flickering in surprise. "Wha-?" See, and here's the perfect example! Here this Seeker-gal is lookin' right at him, and doesn't know who he is! "I'm Long Haul!" he snaps.

Wildrider glances over towards Long Haul and Catechism. He grunts and says, "You two, quit making introductions. Scourge'll pull your internal components out and tack them on the wall if you don't move it." His fist smashes down on the open button and the door slides open before he walks inside.

Wildrider enters the Elevator.

Wildrider has left.

The lift quietly leaves this level.

Catechism looks puzzled. Scourge spoke favourably about Long Haul, and this guy is faceless and nothing special. Well, not everyone can have the mass-produced good looks of the Seekers. They can still be useful to the cause. Dubiously, she inquires, "So you're the one that Scourge complimented in that report a while back?" Then, she looks back the way that Wildrider went. Oh, there's an operation going on. Right. Better get going.

So Catechism does get going, forgetting the Constructicon for the time being.

Long Haul actually seems to inflate. "Yeah, that was me!" He may have no face, but he gives the impression of being immensely pleased with himself. "Stood toe-to-toe with Grimlock hisself, I did!" He may not be able to grin, but it's there in his voice all the same. It’s then that he notices that Catechism has moved off. Long Haul deflates as Catechism leaves, and then shrugs, heading once more to the training room. Stupid filing system.