Sky above New Crystal City

The air above the island is rough and turbulent, but it does little to hide what lies below. Instead of the rocky islands typical of this region of the Pacific, there is an enormous, blueish metal structure of some kind, like an outlandish, oversized oil-drilling platform. Huge sparkling spires stretch up into the skies, massive squat domes litter the island, and tall sky-scrappers loom over the ground, all made of solid metal. The city is currently in battle mode, and one can see huge cannons and missile turrets targeting any invaders. The entire coastline has been lined with long-ranged weaponry to ward off any invasion.

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Comcast

Reflector

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Fly <Up> Plaza <P> Spaceport <S> Coastline <C> R'Lyeh <R> Central Hub <H>

Above the city, darting amongst the clouds, is the yellow-and-white tetrajet form of Fleet. His flight pattern is generally slow, but graceful as he twists through the air in apparently random loops, curves, and rolls, although from time to time he'll suddenly speed up and snap in a tight turn, tearing at the clouds with his wing tips as he does so. At one point, mid-barrel roll, he transforms into robot form, still turning languidly on his axis. He slowly raises his arms from his side to above his head as he stops turning and turns it, instead, into a dive. Then he brings his legs up to his chest and begins spinning before straightening again so that he's falling feet-first. He kicks his jets on and begins a slow climb before transforming once more into jet mode.

Comcast, still rising into the air, notices a yellow speck in the skies. Hmm. "Interesting.." He mutters to the trio. He extends his hand. Before Comcast started hating Reflector, they actually worked well together. Perhaps they will again one day. "Perhaps a Zoom-lens would be appropriate here.. best not to startle our target."

The trio of Reflector's components slowly ascend into the air... probably following behind Comcast. The three robots are in a staggered formation, one always being higher than the other as they rise. Reflector's components stare up into the air and he immediately knows what Comcast wants to do. Reflector's components transform and condense... to form the Camera alternate mode that is Reflector. The camera flops into Comcast's extended gauntlet.

Spectro, Viewfinder and Spyglass come together and transform into a Camera.

Comcast takes the camera.. and drops it, leaving it plumetting down towards NCC!

..just kidding. He holds it up activating the Zoom, trying to get a better look of whatever it is up in the Sky. "..is that Fleet? Is his guidance processor malfunctioning somehow?"

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) has not yet become aware of the new arrivals, and thus continues with his antics, now speeding up to harry a cloud for a bit, zipping by it at high speeds, skimming it just far enough away as to not actually disturb it, but no farther. He does this for four or five passes before returning to his lazier loops and dips.

Reflector, while being zoomed by Comcast, takes the opportunity to take pictures of Fleet in the air. He files these images into his databanks for later. Reflector utters a response to Comcast's question, "Looks like it to me. Rather curious as to what he is doing." Reflector states this flattly.

Comcast hmms.. "Actually, it seems more.. coreographed than a malfunctioning trip." Comcast captures a few of the more 'dance'-like poses on camera, for future reference. "This is akin to something that the terrans do, for recreation. It's called Dancing. Though obviously they don't do it whilst airborne." Comcast reflects bemusedly for a few moments over the concepts of humans /trying/ to dance in the air. Comcast decides once again to rise up, this time to confront Fleet.

The yellow jet transforms one more, twisting slowly before holding still for just a moment. Then he lowers the power of his anti-gravs slowly, falling backwards as he does. He pulls a curious little multi-axis twist, turning several ways at once in a move that's too controlled to be a tumble, before ending once more in a dive, at which point he transforms again and continues to fall, speed increasing. Then, just before he actually leaves the cover of the clouds that keep him from the view of anyone below, he pulls up sharply, loosing a sonic snap with the speed of his climb. Some of the moves may actually be a little familiar to Comcast, who has seen him fight, as they're reminiscent of the ducking and weaving that he favors.

"Indeed. I've got several examples of human dancing. Though none while they are afloat." Of course this gives Reflector a cruel idea, "I could, next time I have the chance, instruct a human to dance while I drop them from high in the sky. Perhaps... record images of how well that goes." Terrible idea, "Interrupting him?" He eventually asks after moving away from the previous topic.

"Of course." Comcast says, "It still /could/ be his guidance system. After all, when have you heard of a Decepticon who partook in terran activites?" Comcast reflects on that. Motormaster. Rampage. Any number of other Decepticons who enjoy features of terran lifestyles, even if they also loathe the humans. "..nevermind." He mutters. Comcast, at this altitude, is now DEFINATELY within optic range of Fleet.

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) finally becomes aware that his airspace is cramped, and he suddenly jerks into something more resembling a normal flight pattern. Then he realizes who it is and curses inwardly. No way _these_ two didn't notice what he was doing. He sighs as he transforms, so as to allow himself to hover. He looks at the others and narrows his optics. "Okay. Go ahead. Ask," his voice laced with irritation.

Fleet transforms from pyramid jet to robot.

"Looks like he's straitened up and is flying right now." Reflector chortles at his own joke. Flec doesn't mind being carried around. It saves him fuel. Saves him the need to perform the act. And generally lets him focus more on scanning and watching those around him. When Fleet sees them, stops and addresses them... Flec can't help but chuckle more.

Comcast flicks the camera in the air, giving Reflector plenty of time to transform. He's trying to hide his smirk, but is failing horridly. "I'm glad you seemed to have ironed out the kinks in your motivator, Fleet. You were moving quite erratically there." He's saying this very flatly, but the smile is probably giving away that he's not being sincere.

Fleet crosses his arms and studies the other two, tapping the index finger of his right hand against his left arm. *clink clink clink* Finally he shakes his head and shrugs. "Okay, if you don't want to ask, don't ask." With that he flips backwards in the air and begins a slow dive.

When Reflector is released, the camera splits into the three robot components of Reflector. The trio of mechs fly up into the air and attempt to circle around the Seeker Warrior. The three robots have smirks on their faces as well. Of course by the time the three are able to circle Fleet... the Seeker has gone into a dive, "Now now now... how rude."

Comcast shrugs. "It's almost as if he is ashamed of it.." He says, chuckling. "Oh well." Comcast can't think of much to ask from Fleet, as he usually agrees toe everything with little argument. All the same... "I'll have those images transferred to the console in my office, by the way. Worth keeping on file."

Fleet's feet fall sideways in the air as he brings himself upright, looking up at the others as he does so in horror. "Buh- what? Why?!" he demands, sounding faintly alarmed.

"Indeed." Reflector states to Comcast, as the trio of robots move to circle around his commander instead. They all cross their arms as they float there, quietly circling, "I'll do that when I get back to base. You wanted to talk to me in private, I recall." Flec looks down at Fleet and tilts his head, "Hmmmm?"

Fleet increases his elevation once more, his eyes down as he looks for the words to explain. "I... look..." he stumbles a bit, as explanations tangle up in his processor. He falls silent a moment, trying to organize his thoughts before daring to continue.

Comcast ignores Reflector initially, turning to Fleet. He shrugs loosely. "Protocol, we have to keep records of all unusual activity." Sure, it's a lie, but it's hopefully enough to shut Fleet up. "It's only going in to my personal files. And Reflector can keep a secret, can't you?" He nudges his head in the direction of one of the trio. Without waiting for Fleet's response, he adds "Now if you'll excuse us..." And with that he turns his back to face Reflector. "Now, as we were saying. I wished to know about what you were going to install the.. devices we were talking about on the ground."

Each robot component of Reflector's nods their head one after the other in a confirmation of what Comcast states to Fleet, "Protocal... and of course I can keep a secret. Fleet knows he can trust me!" Reflector chuckles a bit and each robot looks at Comcast once again, "I was just preparing for some extra scanners and cameras. I can not be everywhere at once watching our comrades. I can not be everywhere at once... watching for possible Autobot or human infiltration." Flec chuckles, "However with those devices transmitting strait to me database.. or to the DCI Wing... we can atleast have numerous records of what goes on."

"To MY office." Comcast corrects the trio. "I'll see that a feed is run into your own personal databases as well." It is worth noting that this is either far away enough or quiet enough so that Fleet overhearing isn't an issue. "Very well, though I recommend setting up the equipment with a touch more subtlety. The less others know about us watching them, the better for us, and the easier it will be.

Fleet clenches his fists as he's dismissed before he can even offer explanation. Damn them! This is why Cybertron is the cultural void it had become, because, with only a few exceptions, any art they might develop is brushed aside callously while their kind instead steals culture from other species, when there were so many things that could be theirs and theirs alone! Steal their energy and resources, yes, but damn it! They were too good for the germs' culture! Still, if that's the way it was, so be it. He twists one more into a dive and heads in for a landing, leaving the philistines to their own business.