Trypticon Main Hallway

This large, high-ceilinged, circular room with plain metal floors has the Decepticon symbol painted on the floor in the center. Ornate metallic pillars with the Decepticon banners hanging from them are basically the only decoration in the room. Several rooms branch out from this hallway. The MedBay is off to the east. To the west is the Meeting Hall. Directly to the north is the Spaceport Landing.

Contents:

Mixmaster

Obvious exits:

Up <U> leads to Trypticon Command Center.

North <N> leads to Spaceport Landing.

South <S> leads to Carbombya.

East <E> leads to Trypticon Medical Bay.

West <W> leads to Meeting Hall.

Down <D> leads to Trypticon Access Corridor.

Another casual day in Trypticon! Mixmaster celebrates the fact that he has been mysteriously unassigned from all his rostered second shifts this month by playing a 'creative' tune on his jamming trumpet, Clarice. Given that Trypticon is made of, well, metal, the sound resonates quite well throughout the vast hallway, from the troop quarters below to the Command Centre's doors - which are thankfully soundproofed, sparing both the busy commanders from their work and Mixmaster from a painful disciplinary measure for the disruption.

But intensifying the experience for those unfortunates who happen to actually BE in the passage-way. Unfortunates such as Long Haul who, having just finished an inventory of on-hand parts in medical (so, like, he knows what he needs to carry later on, of course), had just decided to take a break to beat up a drone or something. That was, until he entered the hallway and was immediately assaulted by the cacophony that Mixmaster dubiously labels, 'music.' "Dammit, Mixmaster! Do you have to do that INSIDE Trypticon?"

"Do I have to? Probably not, but it's fortunate for you that I am." Mixmaster says to his brother. "It's better than your efforts, anyway! Why can't someone dedicated to loading and unloading learn how to carry a tune?"

"Because I'm too damned busy carryin' other scrap around for the rest of you bozos, that's why!" Long Haul retorts before giving up and brushing past his brother. After all, the sooner he's out of here, the sooner he doesn't have to listen to that trumpet.

Mixmaster sighs. "Honestly, you shouldn't have carried away the dust from Starscream after his Coronation." He says. "We had a /huge/ practice after then, and you've just been a little behind ever since then." Hee. Mixmaster called the ass man a little behind! Get it?

Har. Har. Har. Long Haul clenches his fists and turns his head, glancing back towards the cement mixer. "See, now? See? That's my point exactly? Y'think I wanted to carry that dust around? Y'think I /asked/ to do it? NO! I was ordered to do it, and by the time I was done, that practice was over with! You guys are /always/ assigning me these stupid GRUNT tasks when the practices come up!" With this last, Long Haul turns more fully and jabs a finger at Mixmaster to emphasize his point. Then he pauses for a bit and crosses his arms, tilting his nigh-featureless head as he considers something. "You know something? Come to think of it... I think you guys're AFRAID, that's what /I/ think! You keep me from practice, 'cos you're afraid of me gettin' better than you!"

Mixmaster scoffs at his brother, even as his angry nature makes him take a step back. "Oh, we're afraid all right. We're afraid that our standard would be lowered if you came along! Besides, remember the last time you played on any ceremonial level? Running around like that? Thaaaat's right.

Long Haul sputters for a moment out of a combination of anger and an attempt to grasp for a retort. Finally, "Well, dammit! That was your fault, too! If you weren't constantly stickin' yourself to me, or stickin' me to other stuff, or stuff like that, I wouldn't have to be worrying about stuff like that all the time!" Points off for sentence construction as Long Haul seems to be trying to squeeze the word 'stuff' in as many times as possible.

"I'll stop /doing it/ when you stop making it fun for me!" Mixmaster snaps in retort. "Allow me to demonstrate!" Mixmaster's nozzle extends from his headpiece. An evil smirk overcomes the Alchemist's face as he takes a threatening step towards his brother.

Oh, SCRAP. Long Haul takes a step back. "Oh, no you don't!" he yells before turning around and clomping off. Poor Long Haul... as predictable as always, which is why he's never going to be fully rid of the dreaded GLUE.

You move downward to the Access Tunnel...

Trypticon Access Corridor

A plain hallway. Not much to see here. A arrow pointing to the west tells you that that the Security Level is that way. Another arrow also points to the east which tells you the Troop Quarters and Training Room is in that direction. The stairway up leads to the Main Hallway of the base. On occasion you might hear things coming from either room. It's pretty quiet down here.

Obvious exits:

East <E> leads to Trypticon Troop Quarters.

West <W> leads to Detention.

Up <U> leads to Trypticon Main Hallway.

Mixmaster enters from the Main Hallway above.

Mixmaster has arrived.

Mixmaster chases his brother through the hallway, and through to the access corridor. Long Haul got a three-second head start while Mixy stowed Clarice away once again, but he's back on the chase. It is not the shrill sound of a frantically-played trumpet that resonates through this corridor anymore, but the manic cackle of a Constructicon who is having far too much fun.

Long Haul continues clomping along the passage way in his desperate attempt to avoid another gluing. Damn Mixmaster! He's not really paying much attention to where he's going, aside from the 'away from Mixmaster' bit. And now he's laughing! Even as he runs, Long Haul tries to think of some way to make Mixmaster suffer for all this.

You move east to the Troop Quarters...

Trypticon Troop Quarters

This is the barracks area where Decepticon troops spend their time in between operations. To the east is a training area for combat, to the west is a well-equipped weaponry rack, and against the far wall is a holoviewer displaying the troop missions and rankings. Assorted Decepticons are here joking with each other, grumbling about the Autobots, boasting about their abilities, or simply resting.

Contents:

Forge <F>

Sunflare's Starbase

Astrotrain's Room <AR>

Swindle's Storeroom

Breakdown's Security Room

Reflector's Dark Room <RDR>

Vertigo's Quarter <VQ>

Wildrider's Hall of Insanity <WH>

Octane's Refuel Emporium <ORE>

Obvious exits:

West <W> leads to Trypticon Access Corridor.

East <E> leads to Trypticon Training Room.

Mixmaster enters from the Access Tunnel to the west.

Mixmaster has arrived.

Mixmaster also doesn't really care where he is going, he is simply following where the fun is. "I got this new batch brewed up realllly good-like! You'll be stuck there for hours!" He yells as he bursts into the Troop Quarters, nearly taking out a gaggle of Seekers gathered for a social conversation in his chase for his brother.

Finally, an idea works its way through the transporter's processors and he transforms into dump truck mode. Primus help any gumby unfortunate enough to get in his way as he rumbles noisily through the troop hall corridors. "DAMMIT, Mixmaster! Leave me alone!" he booms back as he rolls away.

You move east to the Training Room...

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:

Training Drone

Obvious exits:

West <W> leads to Trypticon Troop Quarters.

Mixmaster enters from the Troop Quarters to the west.

Mixmaster has arrived.

Mixmaster is too busy chasing with his head-nozzle to bother transforming. He suddenly cackles as he realises that there is only one exit here, and he is blocking it up! "Nowhere to go now, Long Haul." He says as he sloowly advances on the dump truck..

And as he does, a small thought begins to form in Mixmaster. 'So, Mixy' Mixy thinks to himself. 'Congratulations, he's trapped. But isn't there supposed to be something that concerns you when you're in a training room with a large angry dump truck?

Dump Truck <Long Haul> is trapped! Oh, no! And Mixmaster is standing between him and the exit! And... he's a dump truck. Yes, a large, angry dump truck, as Mixmaster himself is starting to realize. He continues rolling away from Mixmaster so that he can turn around. "Sure there is!" the transporter shouts back. "Right through you!" By the time this has been said, Long Haul has managed to turn himself around so that he's rolling in the other direction. And now he's speeding up...

You strike Mixmaster with Lime Green Grill.

Mixmaster is too busy pondering to notice the lime green machine accellerating. And even if the large bulky truck can't get up to any impressive speed, the beauty that is momentum means that impact with Mixmaster is... very painful. Mixmaster barely has time to register there is a truck heading towards him before he is knocked aside, a holographic dent registering on himself. But now there is nothing blocking Long Haul from the exit! Nothing except Mixy making good on his threat that is. Mixmaster shoots a high-pressure blast, hopeully coating his brother in white, sticky goo.

Post that to the OOContext board and I will kill you.

You are temporarily incapacitated by Mixmaster's Servo-Gumming Glop attack.

Damn it. Dammit dammit DAMMIT! Long Haul got glued AGAIN! The dump truck's engines scream as he throws himself into forward, then reverse, reverse and then forward in a futile attempt to free himself, but for the moment it's to no avail. "You'd better get outta here while I'm still stuck, Mixmaster," he growls, "'Cos as soon as I'm free..." he trails off, leaving the threat to Mixmaster's fertile imagination.

Mixmaster strikes you with Cement Shoes for 10 points of damage.

Mixmaster enjoys the moment of glory of gluing Long Haul AGAIN, and no doubt racking up his therapy bill a few more thousand imperial credits. After a few moments of gloating (And seeing that Long Haul would, after all, break free in just a few moments,) Mixy does a run-up punt, hopefully kicking the truck over on his side. Unfortunately for Mixy, the glue forces him to be stuck to the side of Haulie's cargo area! But mixy is too busy gloating to notice at the moment...

Dump Truck <Long Haul> is struck hard in the side hard enough to knock him over... slowly... slowly... *splat-thump!* and now he's stuck. To the floor of the training room. On his side. But there seems to be something, or someone stuck to him... "Oh, for PRIMUS sake, Mixmaster!!" he groans. "Not again!!!" Multiple explanation points are, of course, a sign of insanity, but glue tends to push Long Haul in that direction anyway. The transporter transforms, not paying any attention to how the action affects anyone glued to his truck-bed-turned legs, and sees about trying to get himself unstuck. <no attack>

The dump truck stretches out and unfolds into Long Haul.

Mixmaster huhs? "Not what again?" He asks, not really sure. He decides to give his brother another kick for good measure, when his foot won't work. "Hey, what th'..-AAAH!" Mixy realises all too late, when Long Haul transforms, causing Mixmaster's foot to move with him, causing him to fall. On Long Haul.

Mixmaster strikes you with Stop making me hit you! for 8 points of damage.

It's... it's like a nightmare! One of the worst moments of Long Haul's life, returned from the crypts of memory. Long Haul, glued to the floor, Mixmaster glued to him... "NOOOOOOO!!" the dump truck screams in a moment of blind panic, flailing those limbs as randomly (at least, as much as his limbs will move within the confines of the GLUE anyway). "MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!!"

You strike Mixmaster with Random Flailing.

Mixmaster doesn't have much of a traumatic memory, mostly because it was fun for him, and also because his has the same ability to retain memories as a goldfish on PCP. But he IS getting pummeled by his brother. Enough is enough, and Mixy decides to dissolve the glue. Unfortunately for the alchemist, that means pain for both of them. Mixy's nozzle accesses another tank, with something a little more corrosive. He sprays it on his brother, but that means he's getting it on himself too.

Mixmaster unleashes his Wide-Angle Acid Spray! attack on Mixmaster and Long Haul, striking Long Haul and Mixmaster.

Long Haul is free! Long Haul is HURT! "You Primus forsaken BOOTLEG!" The transporter shouts, kicking forcefully in attempt to dislodge Mixmaster from on top of him. "Why can't you ever quit it with the fragging GLUE!?" The transporter's not really thinking much about what he's saying, or even about what he's doing, and there's a definite indication that, as soon as he has his own range of motion thing back, he intends to deliver as much hurt as he's capable of dealing to his brother.

You strike Mixmaster with Get Offa Me!.

Mixmaster is free, hurt, and being called a bootleg. "Bootleg? Is that some sort of insult because I turn into a leg?" Mixmaster asks, very confused by the insult. "Better a leg than an ass. And thanks for the idea!" Long Haul should learn to keep his big non-mouth shut sometimes. The alchemist accesses his glue tanks again, and...

You are temporarily incapacitated by Mixmaster's Servo-Gumming Glop attack.

"AAAAARGH!" screams the supply officer as he is AGAIN glued to the floor. "STOPITSTOPITSTOPIT!!" He struggles uselessly against the substance, thrashing as frantically as the adhesive allows but not, at the moment, actually able to strike.

Mixmaster cackles all the more. He transforms into his truck mode and plows into his brother, showing him how it feels. At least at this velocity the chances of adhesion are nearly impossible. Unfortunately, Mixy will be in a state of weaker armour once Long Haul is knocked free...

Mixmaster leans down as his legs fold up backwards. He falls down frontwards as he completes his transformation into a Green Cement Truck. His Cauldron begins rotating once again.

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> strikes you with Cement Truck Knockdown! for 18 points of damage.

Long Haul is rammed into by his brother, but at least he's once more free. Badly hurt, but free. The transporter screams incoherently, beyond clever retorts at the moment due to having faced, once more, the horror of adhesive. He clasps his hands together and swings them for the windshield of his brother, continuing to yell as he does.

You strike Cement Truck <Mixmaster> with Two Black Fists.

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> snickers even as the assault cracks his windshields wide open. "Stop it-ow-hahahaha!" He yelps, his giggling overpowering him. Mixy backs up a little giving his brother a taste of yet another chemical he has. "Don't worry, this should wash it all up really good like." he says, spraying yet another powerful blast of chemicals towards his brother.

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> strikes you with Fast-Acting Acid Coat! for 5 points of damage.

Cement Truck <Mixmaster>'s Fast-Acting Acid Coat! attack continues to sear away at you, doing 2 damage.

Cement Truck <Mixmaster>'s Fast-Acting Acid Coat! attack wears off at last.

"YOOWWEEECH! You started it!" Long Haul yells, employing the same defense used on playgrounds by brawling children world-wide. Then he falls forward and transforms again, thinking only to throw at Mixmaster whatever he has that causes the most pain. "You and your stupid glue! Why can't you leave me alone?!" And with that he tosses a rocket in his brother's direction.

Long Haul folds in on himself and transforms into a dump truck.

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> evades your Anti-Cement Truck Rocket attack.

Cement Truck <Mixmaster> gahs! "My stupid glue is what holds this team together!" Perhaps it's a bad pun, but I'm sure Mixmaster came in handy while Scrapper and Hook perfected the merge technique." Either way, the truck is far too nimble to be struck by the rocket, but Mixy plays it safe and transforms anyway. Again, more chemicals. Mixy decides to coat half the room, surely SOME of it will strike his target!

The Cement Truck's cab folds down and splits in two, forming Mixmaster's legs and feet. His wheels and part of his sides shift out into his arms, which push himself up. The Constructicon lifts himself up onto his feet and looks eagerly for something to smelt.

Mixmaster strikes you with Wide-Angle Acid Spray! for 16 points of damage.

"AAAARGH!" screams the dump truck as the acid eats away at paint and armor. "FINE! Have it your way! Play with your damned chemicals all you want! But leave me out of it!" And with that he once more rumbles towards the door, trying once more only to escape his deranged brother.

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

Mixmaster transforms, chuckling to himself. He reminds himself to leave a large bucket of glue resting over the doorway of Long Haul's private quarters sometime soon. Now that he's got some time to himself, he decides to break out clarice again for another jamming session. Thankfully, with the blast door Automatically shut, he's safely soundproofed.