NCC Central Hub

This is the very center of New Crystal City, and serves as the gateway to the other areas of the base. A feeling of claustrophobia exists here despite the fact that this part of the city is open to the air. Now in Battle Station Mode, the Central Hub has far less buildings than usual, as many have transformed themselves into huge laser defense cannons and missile turrets. There are very few positions one can take to hide from the weapons without being forced to take evasive action. The roadways have laser point-defense systems protecting them. The important buildings, including the medical ward and the command center now have a huge layer of thick metal protecting them, covering up the facilities and protecting them from harm.

Contents:

Reflector

Trypticon <T>

Decepticon Sensor #1792

The Powerbase

Obvious exits:

North <N> leads to Mount R'Lyeh.

Northeast <NE> leads to NCC Dungeon.

Northwest <NW> leads to NCC Medical Ward.

South <S> leads to NCC Coastline.

Southeast <SE> leads to NCC Residential Plaza.

Southwest <SW> leads to NCC Spaceport.

East <E> leads to NCC Arena.

West <W> leads to NCC Central Command.

Fly <Up>

Outside of Trypticon, and near a set of sensor suites that are linked to the security center in Trypticon, is Reflector's three components. They have circled around the object and are apparently working on it in some fashion. Perhaps fixing it? Tweaking it? They're doing something.

Fleet rubs his head as he exits Trypticon. He chides himself for having drunk so much the night before, but still, he had enjoyed himself while it lasted. But now he was back on... this planet. Where he was expected to be. He looks around, trying to get his barings, and spots a familiar face. Three, in fact. He approaches, his curiosity piqued.

Reflector is great at observation. It is his job afterall. One of the robots, Spyglass, catches a glimpse of Fleet exiting the base. Reflector grins to himself as he works diligently on the sensor suite. When and if Fleet gets close enough, Flec will utter a greeting, "Well hello."

Fleet does, indeed, get close enough, and he nods his head in response, smiling very slightly. "Hello again, Reflector." He rubs his head once more and looks at what the three-in-one (or is that one-in-three?) is doing, making no attempt to disguise his curiosity.

"Do not mind me." The three robots intone in unison. Reflector grins with his components. One of his robots closes up a hatch on the sensor suite and the three turn to face Fleet. Each one nods their head one after the other, "Just doing a little check up on these little devices."

Fleet chuckles softly. "Ah, okay. My apologies for sticking my nosecone in, then." He starts to raise his hand again, realizes what he's doing, and catches himself. Instead he smiles sheepishly. "Erm, sorry. You'll have to excuse me if I seem out of it. Had a bit too much to drink last night."

"Indeed." Flec states as the trio of robots scan Fleet, "I suggest against over indulging. You realise... perhaps... that you may be quite compromised at that point in time." Flec curses inwardly, losing a chance such as an over indulged comrade or two. Perhaps he could have acquired some shots or some knowledge for use later. The trio of purple robots circle around Fleet, "Atleast you returned undamaged, I suppose."

"Oh, I realize it, and it's not something I normally do," the Seeker replies, turning his head from one to the other as though trying to keep them all in view. "I hadn't gone there to do much besides wind down a bit, but after Galvatron left..." he shrugs, and looks at one of Reflector (which one? Flee probably couldn't tell you) and smiles slightly. "I've never encountered him in person before... he's really quite inspiring!"

Reflector chortles a bit at such a statement. The triplet of robots laugh for a moment longer before responding verbally, "Indeed he is, Fleet. He is Galvatron. He is our Lord and Commander." Flec looks over Fleet, simply observing the new Seeker, "Other than that, how have you been? What have you been up to?"

Swindle emerges from the city that is Trypticon.

Swindle has arrived.

Fleet is standing near a sensor outside of Trypticon, currently surrounded by Reflector's three components. He's starting to get a bit wary with being surrounded. He turns his head to address a different component than the one he just spoke to. "Not a whole lot of anything," he replies. "Just trying to find ways to be useful, until I get called to participate in another raid or something along those lines."

The trio of robots are doing this on purpose, he knows on some Decepticons surrounding them makes them a bit uneasy. The Super Spy nods, each head nodding in unison, "Just waiting for a raid? Tsk tsk..." Reflector states as each component circles the Seeker, "Sometimes our commanders like their lackies to be... proactive."

Recoil has arrived.

Swindle drifts casually through the main entrance to Trpyticon, casting an apparently nonchalant look around at everyone he passes. He smiles in a friendly and open fashion as he drifts towards an interesting little gathering, Reflector's triplet form and...Fleet, if he recalls correctly.

Fleet, defiantly one of those Decepticons that get a bit uneasy when surrounded, turns to address a different body than the one he had just addressed. "Maybe so, but I'm still recovering from my last raid, so I'm afraid that proactivity is going to have to wait a bit longer." He doesn't provide any details as to how that raid went, as they're rather embarrassing, but knows full well that Reflector will probably be able to piece things together, anyway.

"Oh? There was a raid?" Reflector's components ask in stereo, "Well... what happened hmmm?" The trio of robots chuckle a bit, "Acquire the objective? Destroy Autobots? Win the war?" The trio of robots stop and stares at Fleet, waiting for a response.

Swindle chuckles to himselfas he draws near to the quartet of conversing 'Cons, mildly amused by Fleet's discomfort. Stopping behind one of the Reflector units he smirks slightly as he speaks. "Probably much the same as most raids tend to turn out, We show up, they show up, everybody fights and we retreat." He nods at

Fleet. "Something along those lines, eh?"

The yellow Seeker repositions himself so as to keep Swindle and as much of Reflector as possible in his line of sight, although one wonders at the point since his next move is to lower his head in mild embarrassment, letting out a partial ration of a self-depreciating laugh. "That would be a... very accurate summary, Swindle."

One component of Reflector looks towards Swindle and grunts, "Indeed that's how it tends to happen, right?" The other two components stare at Fleet and chuckle, "I was more interested in how you managed in the raid. Defeat anyone? Get beaten up?" A quick chuckle is given.

Recoil vanishes out of reality.

Recoil has left.

Swindle nods. "Of course, if we /didn't/ retreat, we'd never get the Energon home." What he doesn't mention is that the /success/ of the raid often varies greatly. He folds his arms across his chest as he watches the seeker, waiting for an answer to Reflectors' query.

Fleet raises a hand chest height, his index finger extended while his other fingers remain relaxed, as though he were about to pick a single item out of a group. "I'm afraid I'll have to go with the second option here," he answers softly, looking at one of Reflector's components out of the corners of his optics instead of turning his head again.

The trio of robots chuckle at Fleet, "It's alright Fleet. It happens, you know? Who'd you lose to? Jazz? Ultra Magnus?" Flec turns a head to look at Swindle, "Indeed, Swindle, indeed." The other two robots wait on Fleet, "Big, long battle? Did you nearly run out of energon? Or was it... short and quick?"

Swindle turns a curious optic on one of Reflector's units. He regards the spy thoughtfully before turning his attention back to the seeker, perhaps not as curious as Reflector as to the answer, but curious nevertheless.

The yellow jet looks considerably less than pleased by all the attention, and as he lowers his hand he stops to consider his options. The thought that he was dealing with a member of intelligence did occur to him, but on the other hand, what had happened was merely embarrassing. Cyclonus was already aware - vaguely - of what had happened, so if he were going to get into any trouble over the incident, he probably would already have done so. Beyond that, information that he didn't bother to hide could hardly be used against him, right? "It went poorly, I was beaten rather quickly, and yes, I admit, it was by an armored local. He called himself... General Briar, I think?" Annoyance is evident in his voice as he adds, "Anything else?"

A chuckle comes from Reflector as the three robots stop circling Fleet and converge on one another. They stand side by side by side. each of them places their hands upon their hips, "Aww... tsk tsk, Fleet. Tsk tsk." Flec jokingly chides. Whatever information that Flec was fishing for, he got it apparently.

Swindle shakes his head in a show of sympathy, real or feigned, who can tell. "Those exo-suits can pack quite a punch, nothing to be embarrassed about." He glances aside at the condescending spy. "Besides, now you know you'll be more prepared for the next time, won't you."

Fleet finally raises his head, cocking it slightly to the right as he shrugs both that shoulder and that wing, the right corner of his lip quirking up a bit as well. "Well, I certainly intend to be, Swindle."

Reflector nods at Swindle and at Fleet, "Oh... yes, definately go prepared for it next time. Or... I do not know... try to fight against something you can handle. General Briar.. I am sure he's pretty formidable in that suit of his. Perhaps you should try for someone a bit less powerful?"

Swindle throws his head back with a short laugh. "You don't always get a choice about who you have to fight, 'Fleck, you should know that by now." He nods in Fleet's direction. "I'm sure, given the choice, he'd rather have taken on Bumblebee or First Aid or someone. It all depends on who shows up, yes?"

Fleet allows himself a slight grin, a bit of good humor returning. Real or affected, Swindle's friendly manner is encouraging either way, so who cares if it's genuine? "Yeah, that's right. We can't always pick our fights... even when we're, well, picking the fight."

Reflector has disconnected.

Swindle watches with some vague amusement as Reflector moves off, no doubt to do other things, to pry others' mistakes and secrets from them. "Well," he says "interesting though this little discussion has been, I do believe I've got a little business to attend to." He glances at the seeker from the corner of his optic for a moment. "Word to the wise, next time someone tries to pry ya for information, it's best not to be so open, you know?"

Fleet turns his eyes skyward, raising a hand to rub the side of his face. "Oh, I know, I know... but when something's as easy to find out as what had happened is, anyway, I figure it's not worth the energy expenditure to try and hide it. Thanks for the advice, though, and see you around, I suppose."

Swindle nods and strides away, heading in, oh, some direction or other. Pausing he turns back to Fleet and adds: "Oh, and don't forget, you need anything, look me up."