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(OOC. Catching up - long post - soz, chaps!)
Maccadams
The pleasant buzzing, soothing her so gently, changed into an incessant throbbing. There was an extremely unpleasant, furry taste in her mouth... but she did not have a mouth... Ugh! The whole of her ingestion tract felt coated with something thick, potentially rusty and, in a brutally simple word, nasty.
Glyph lifted her head out of her cushioning arms and stared blearily at the table top. Where was she? Why were her specialist archaeological tools lying among drinking vessels? She groped, picking up the two complicated devices (of her own design) and staring at them.
"Er...?" she began and then, remembering her friend had been with her, asked the air vaguely, "Tap Out?"
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Templar Hall
Misericorde sat at the top of one of the flights of stairs flanking the stage and glowered. It had got out of hand in an instant and for no more apparent reason than reporting Spyon's transmission about Hot Rod purchasing the Tzai Building Materials Industrial Settlement...
A shadow fell across her. "My lady?" Strike asked, concerned.
"Thanks to your intervention, Squire, I am undamaged," she replied. "My professional acumen is somewhat bruised, though. I am at a loss as to my misjudgement; what is the importance of that Settlement?"
"I've not been able to find out," Strike apologised. "Most of the audience has been removed by the peace-keepers, Camouflage and Dogfight, and those who remain awaiting medical assistance are unusually tight-lipped."
"Hmm, Cincerous made himself scarce before the fighting started. Did you note that, Strike?"
Strike bowed, his smile grim. "Yes, my lady. The two Heralds also!"
Misericorde nodded, considering. "Their presence was meant to indicate the College's support, but that has rather proven too fair-weather for my liking."
"Indeed." Strike spotted Cincerous then, a presence among his three oh-so-obvious bodyguards. "Please excuse me, my lady."
The Chaplain waved him away, returning to her thoughts. The Beta-Tzai factory complex bought by that little choir-girl cast-off, Rosanna; where did she - Sundor! - get funds enough to offer 28m credits? Spyon had suggested criminal support for the party, but his delving has found few leads and those were dead (literally in two cases) ends. And those silly promises! Obvious Magnificus would bid on 'Little Sheol', but I would never guessed at that knock-down price; maybe I should have instructed one of our bidders about it!
She shrugged, stood, dusted green paint flecks from her left shoulder.
Hope Strike didn't hit that fool hard enough to kill him... On second thoughts, maybe he should have!
There was a small mech making his way purposefully towards her; a Micromaster, his approach would have remained unobserved among the various groups of Church mechs and those damaged in the fight if she had not risen. She recalled this was Camouflage and moved to greet him with an excellently feigned friendly smile.
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Tabbiloid slunk along the alley behind the Hall and found somewhere to lick his wounds. His beautiful, perfect finish was scratched and chipped! Stupid, blundering idiots! It would cost a fortune to put right!
He put aside the anger, dropped his paw, flicked his tongue away. Misericorde had reported the activity at the auction, giving the crowd a blow-by-blow resume of the lots and buyers. Someone on the inside, no doubt. Rosanna's win for Sundor had been a bit of a shock, considering the price... Perhaps he should be asking for more shanix?
Felinely, he sprang up and moved silently through the shadows, the friendly shadows, for a certain small residential complex just outside The Core business centre.
[Original RPG] Eye of the Storm: The Insolence of Office (Iacon)
Iacon Security Service HQ, Simulation Chamber
The dubbed “Guard City Unit” were in the middle of a simulated exercise when Red Alert, Hot Spot and Streetwise entered.
“End simulation, please,” Red Alert said towards the control booth. The virtual environment warped and de-materialized, reverting back to the gun-metal grey of the simulation chamber.
“Good work, all of you. Now scoot on over here,” he continued. “There’s some bots here I’d like you all to meet.”
The five officers placed down their sparring equipment and gathered in front of Red Alert and the others.
“Chief, Safety, Sparkride, Fly-Up, Streetstar – this is Detective Streetwise and Captain Hot Spot,” Red Alert told them. “They’ll be overseeing your progress.”
“Here to whip us into shape, eh?” Safety replied. “Lookin’ forward to it.”
Sparkride cordially nodded.
“Nice to meet you, Detective Streetwise and Captain Hot Spot,” Fly-Up eagerly said as he enthusiastically shook their hands. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m working under you guys! You’re, like, the best!”
“Umm, hello,” Streetstar nervously replied.
“Greetings, fellow patriots!” (Fire) Chief announced in a thespian-like tone. “It is an HONOR to work under such, fine upstanding officers such as yourselves! I shall do my best to live up to standards you so proudly uphold!”
Streetwise and Hot Spot stared blankly at Chief, the former struggling to conceal his smile when he glanced at the captain in awkward silence.
“Okay,” Red Alert clapped his hand together “Now that you’ve been properly introduced – I hand them over to you,” Red Alert told Streetwise and Hot Spot.
“Alright you five, show them what you’re made of,” Red Alert added as he took his leave.
The dubbed “Guard City Unit” were in the middle of a simulated exercise when Red Alert, Hot Spot and Streetwise entered.
“End simulation, please,” Red Alert said towards the control booth. The virtual environment warped and de-materialized, reverting back to the gun-metal grey of the simulation chamber.
“Good work, all of you. Now scoot on over here,” he continued. “There’s some bots here I’d like you all to meet.”
The five officers placed down their sparring equipment and gathered in front of Red Alert and the others.
“Chief, Safety, Sparkride, Fly-Up, Streetstar – this is Detective Streetwise and Captain Hot Spot,” Red Alert told them. “They’ll be overseeing your progress.”
“Here to whip us into shape, eh?” Safety replied. “Lookin’ forward to it.”
Sparkride cordially nodded.
“Nice to meet you, Detective Streetwise and Captain Hot Spot,” Fly-Up eagerly said as he enthusiastically shook their hands. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m working under you guys! You’re, like, the best!”
“Umm, hello,” Streetstar nervously replied.
“Greetings, fellow patriots!” (Fire) Chief announced in a thespian-like tone. “It is an HONOR to work under such, fine upstanding officers such as yourselves! I shall do my best to live up to standards you so proudly uphold!”
Streetwise and Hot Spot stared blankly at Chief, the former struggling to conceal his smile when he glanced at the captain in awkward silence.
“Okay,” Red Alert clapped his hand together “Now that you’ve been properly introduced – I hand them over to you,” Red Alert told Streetwise and Hot Spot.
“Alright you five, show them what you’re made of,” Red Alert added as he took his leave.
Safe House
"I've got a personnel listing," Smokescreen told Repugnus, tossing a data card across the table to the Monsterbot. "It's about a year out of date, though, so I can't promise everyone you meet will be there. I would suggest steering clear of Bludgeon, in case he uses his supposed mystical powers to divine your true mission. Also Spinister, because he's a fanatic who won't take well to an ex-Autobot in their ranks, and Fangry because...well, because he's Fangry and he'll probably think that you're an acceptable target." Smokescreen paused, then said, "Also, rumour has it that Bug Bite is there. If you get the chance to kill him without compromising your primary mission, I know quite a few Autobots who would appreciate it a lot."
"I've got a personnel listing," Smokescreen told Repugnus, tossing a data card across the table to the Monsterbot. "It's about a year out of date, though, so I can't promise everyone you meet will be there. I would suggest steering clear of Bludgeon, in case he uses his supposed mystical powers to divine your true mission. Also Spinister, because he's a fanatic who won't take well to an ex-Autobot in their ranks, and Fangry because...well, because he's Fangry and he'll probably think that you're an acceptable target." Smokescreen paused, then said, "Also, rumour has it that Bug Bite is there. If you get the chance to kill him without compromising your primary mission, I know quite a few Autobots who would appreciate it a lot."
Safe House
"Avoid Venom, Spinister, Bludgeon, Fangry and any Duocon. Also, kill Bug Bite if he's around. Got it." Repugnus said as he transformed into robot mode and caught the datapad.
"I'll update this list as soon as I can and send it to you guys. Figured intel from behind the enemy lines would be... beneficial." Repugnus added. "When do I leave?"
"Avoid Venom, Spinister, Bludgeon, Fangry and any Duocon. Also, kill Bug Bite if he's around. Got it." Repugnus said as he transformed into robot mode and caught the datapad.
"I'll update this list as soon as I can and send it to you guys. Figured intel from behind the enemy lines would be... beneficial." Repugnus added. "When do I leave?"
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Safe House
"Actually," Smokescreen told Grotusque, "I think it would be rather apt."
Turning to Repugnus, he said, "Head to the civilian spaceport and steal or buy a ride to Crystal City. Ten minutes after you've left, I'll tip off the ISS to your location. You'll get your heroic police chase, and it will preempt any suggestions that you're actually working for us."
"Actually," Smokescreen told Grotusque, "I think it would be rather apt."
Turning to Repugnus, he said, "Head to the civilian spaceport and steal or buy a ride to Crystal City. Ten minutes after you've left, I'll tip off the ISS to your location. You'll get your heroic police chase, and it will preempt any suggestions that you're actually working for us."
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Autobase Security HQ:
Chromedome: -looks up as Nightbeat and Road Rage come in- "How did it go, Captain?"
Nightbeat: -shrugs-
Road Rage scowled as she moved around behind the entry desk. "Lots of drinks, lots of laughs, and we nearly got wiped out by a rampaging dinobot."
Chromedome: -getting up so Road Rage can take over the station- "Sounds exciting."
Road Rage's scowl deepened. "It would have been. If Nightbeat hadn't made us leave."
Nightbeat: -sighs the sigh of somebody who's been repeating himself constantly for the last few minutes- "I keep telling you. We're not the police. We're security. We're a bodyguard unit. There aren't enough of us to act like any kind of a police force."
"And why is that?"
Nightbeat: -meeting Road Rage's glare- "Because we're what are technically known as 'redshirts'. Prime's giving a speech and somebody pulls a gun to shoot him? One of us needs to jump between Prime and the assassin's shot."
Chromedome: "We are?"
Nightbeat: "Security as a whole is, yes. We, however, represent something else. Ironhide brought me in to help identify potential threats, Therefore, we can investigate. Better to stop the assassin before they can shoot us, let alone Prime. But we don't have the numbers to act as military police as well as a bodyguard unit."
Road Rage crossed her arms. "So why don't we recruit more people?"
Nightbeat: "The negative connotations, most likely."
Chromedome: -looks up as Nightbeat and Road Rage come in- "How did it go, Captain?"
Nightbeat: -shrugs-
Road Rage scowled as she moved around behind the entry desk. "Lots of drinks, lots of laughs, and we nearly got wiped out by a rampaging dinobot."
Chromedome: -getting up so Road Rage can take over the station- "Sounds exciting."
Road Rage's scowl deepened. "It would have been. If Nightbeat hadn't made us leave."
Nightbeat: -sighs the sigh of somebody who's been repeating himself constantly for the last few minutes- "I keep telling you. We're not the police. We're security. We're a bodyguard unit. There aren't enough of us to act like any kind of a police force."
"And why is that?"
Nightbeat: -meeting Road Rage's glare- "Because we're what are technically known as 'redshirts'. Prime's giving a speech and somebody pulls a gun to shoot him? One of us needs to jump between Prime and the assassin's shot."
Chromedome: "We are?"
Nightbeat: "Security as a whole is, yes. We, however, represent something else. Ironhide brought me in to help identify potential threats, Therefore, we can investigate. Better to stop the assassin before they can shoot us, let alone Prime. But we don't have the numbers to act as military police as well as a bodyguard unit."
Road Rage crossed her arms. "So why don't we recruit more people?"
Nightbeat: "The negative connotations, most likely."
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Safe House
"Okay then. See you guys around!" Repugnus transformed into beast mode and exited the safe house stealthily. Once he was sure no one's following him, Repugnus broke out in a run, piling into his appropriated motorbike from Altihex.
Revving the engine, Repugnus shot towards the spaceport. Moving like a speed demon, Repugus slammed into several pedestrians before the spaceport came to view. Mentally picking the vehicle that looked like it's the fastest, a sleek javelin-shaped shuttle named Velocity, Repugnus screeched to a stop next to it and jumped off the bike.
As he jumped inside the open doors of the shuttle, he was greeted by the pilot and copilot of the shuttle. Before the two could comprehend what's happening, Repugnus' eyes glowed green, causing the pilot and copilot to be disoriented by the dazzling optical illusion.
Repugnus transformed to robot mode, clunked their heads together before tossing the two of them out of the shuttle. "Take the bike!" The Monsterbot shouted, as the shuttle's doors closed and he shot off into the atmosphere, fully expecting the ISS to be on his tail in a few cycles.
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Skies above Maccadams
Flying upside down and sideways at the same time, circling the establishment, Whirl was thinking what to do next. Bar fights are fun, but then...
Vaguely he saw the orange form of Repugnus on a motorbike, terrorizing the pedestrians as he made his way towards the spaceport. Deciding it's not his business, Whirl commed Stepper, "Hey, you done down there? 'Cause I'm bored."
(OOC: any idea on what he could do?)
"Okay then. See you guys around!" Repugnus transformed into beast mode and exited the safe house stealthily. Once he was sure no one's following him, Repugnus broke out in a run, piling into his appropriated motorbike from Altihex.
Revving the engine, Repugnus shot towards the spaceport. Moving like a speed demon, Repugus slammed into several pedestrians before the spaceport came to view. Mentally picking the vehicle that looked like it's the fastest, a sleek javelin-shaped shuttle named Velocity, Repugnus screeched to a stop next to it and jumped off the bike.
As he jumped inside the open doors of the shuttle, he was greeted by the pilot and copilot of the shuttle. Before the two could comprehend what's happening, Repugnus' eyes glowed green, causing the pilot and copilot to be disoriented by the dazzling optical illusion.
Repugnus transformed to robot mode, clunked their heads together before tossing the two of them out of the shuttle. "Take the bike!" The Monsterbot shouted, as the shuttle's doors closed and he shot off into the atmosphere, fully expecting the ISS to be on his tail in a few cycles.
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Skies above Maccadams
Flying upside down and sideways at the same time, circling the establishment, Whirl was thinking what to do next. Bar fights are fun, but then...
Vaguely he saw the orange form of Repugnus on a motorbike, terrorizing the pedestrians as he made his way towards the spaceport. Deciding it's not his business, Whirl commed Stepper, "Hey, you done down there? 'Cause I'm bored."
(OOC: any idea on what he could do?)
Maccadams
I feel sick...
Glyph examined the weird sensation in her fuel processing tank and then wondered how exactly, if it came to it, the system would purge. That made her feel even more ill. She located Tap Out by his burblings and, pausing until there was only one of him, asked, "What movie? No, forget it... I want to go home."
I feel sick...
Glyph examined the weird sensation in her fuel processing tank and then wondered how exactly, if it came to it, the system would purge. That made her feel even more ill. She located Tap Out by his burblings and, pausing until there was only one of him, asked, "What movie? No, forget it... I want to go home."
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Safe House
Smokescreen briefly considered calling Prowl, but decided against it. He didn't want to jeopardize his newly-repaired relationship with his product-line brother by using him to cover up an operation.
His henchmen, on the other hand...
He looked up a comm code in his database, then typed it in. When a receptionist answered, he said politely, "This is Major Smokescreen of military security," he said, using his cover rank rather than his real one -- the receptionist certainly didn't have the clearance to know what he did, and frankly he thought things would go more smoothly if the subject of his call didn't, either.
"I would like to speak to Red Alert, please."
Smokescreen briefly considered calling Prowl, but decided against it. He didn't want to jeopardize his newly-repaired relationship with his product-line brother by using him to cover up an operation.
His henchmen, on the other hand...
He looked up a comm code in his database, then typed it in. When a receptionist answered, he said politely, "This is Major Smokescreen of military security," he said, using his cover rank rather than his real one -- the receptionist certainly didn't have the clearance to know what he did, and frankly he thought things would go more smoothly if the subject of his call didn't, either.
"I would like to speak to Red Alert, please."
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Iacon Security Service HQ, Red Alert's Office
As Red Alert exited the simulation chamber and made his way back to his office, his receptionist contacted him. As he walked, he placed his hand over his audio receptor to activate his built-in com-link.
"Yes?"
"A Major Smokescreen wishes to speak to you," the receptionist informed him.
"Hmph, what do they want now?" he grumbled to himself.
"Sigh, fine, put him through," Red Alert answered, then waited as his call was transferred.
"What is it, Smokescreen?" He said, his tone indicative of having little patience with military bots.
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Simulation Chamber
"A clichéd drill sergeant sub-routine, then? Well, have at it," Streetwise smiled at Hot Spot, gesturing to the five waiting officers.
"Alright, protoforms, fall in!" Hot Spot militantly announced.
Safety immediately straighten himself up and held his arms stiffly to his side. Sparkride followed suit. The others - Fire Chief, Streetstar and Fly-Up - however, stared confusedly at each other.
"Psst, fall in line, fraggin' clowns," Safety grumbled.
Clumsily, they took heed and followed Safety's example as Hot Spot gave each a hard glare.
"Welcome to the Guard City Unit," Hot Spot continued. "Now that we've been all introduced, were going to spend the next couple of solar cycles getting know each other a little bit better. Have a little one-on-one. I understand you all come from varying backgrounds, so we're going to do some exercises. We want see what you're made of. See if you're cut out for the job. You guys like exercises, don't you?"
"Yes, sir!" all five responded in unison.
"Oh, that's good. Because were expecting 110% from each of you. Got that?"
"110%, sir!"
"Listen to him. Don't think for a moment that any of this will be easy," Streetwise intervened. "While these simulations are not lethal, they certainly can inflict pain. So stay on guard."
"That's right. These simulations will all be based on your individual level of experience," Hot Spot added. "You'll be split up between me and Detective Streetwise. Chief, Fly-Up, Safety - you're with me. Streetstar and Sparkride - you're assigned to Streetwise."
As Red Alert exited the simulation chamber and made his way back to his office, his receptionist contacted him. As he walked, he placed his hand over his audio receptor to activate his built-in com-link.
"Yes?"
"A Major Smokescreen wishes to speak to you," the receptionist informed him.
"Hmph, what do they want now?" he grumbled to himself.
"Sigh, fine, put him through," Red Alert answered, then waited as his call was transferred.
"What is it, Smokescreen?" He said, his tone indicative of having little patience with military bots.
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Simulation Chamber
"A clichéd drill sergeant sub-routine, then? Well, have at it," Streetwise smiled at Hot Spot, gesturing to the five waiting officers.
"Alright, protoforms, fall in!" Hot Spot militantly announced.
Safety immediately straighten himself up and held his arms stiffly to his side. Sparkride followed suit. The others - Fire Chief, Streetstar and Fly-Up - however, stared confusedly at each other.
"Psst, fall in line, fraggin' clowns," Safety grumbled.
Clumsily, they took heed and followed Safety's example as Hot Spot gave each a hard glare.
"Welcome to the Guard City Unit," Hot Spot continued. "Now that we've been all introduced, were going to spend the next couple of solar cycles getting know each other a little bit better. Have a little one-on-one. I understand you all come from varying backgrounds, so we're going to do some exercises. We want see what you're made of. See if you're cut out for the job. You guys like exercises, don't you?"
"Yes, sir!" all five responded in unison.
"Oh, that's good. Because were expecting 110% from each of you. Got that?"
"110%, sir!"
"Listen to him. Don't think for a moment that any of this will be easy," Streetwise intervened. "While these simulations are not lethal, they certainly can inflict pain. So stay on guard."
"That's right. These simulations will all be based on your individual level of experience," Hot Spot added. "You'll be split up between me and Detective Streetwise. Chief, Fly-Up, Safety - you're with me. Streetstar and Sparkride - you're assigned to Streetwise."
Safe House
"I thought you'd like to know," Smokescreen told Red Alert in as guileless a voice as he could manage, "that one of the soldiers in my department just called in to report that he'd seen Repugnus walking through the Iacon spaceport."
Smokescreen paused, then added, "After the last...unpleasantness, it's common knowledge that he was sent to Altihex to be locked up for the next vorn. It's possible that he's been released early, but it's also possible that there's a dangerous fugitive in the city. The military doesn't have sanction to carry out a manhunt on the spaceport grounds, but the ISS does. If Repugnus is really at large, I think you might want to alert whatever officers you can spare."
"I thought you'd like to know," Smokescreen told Red Alert in as guileless a voice as he could manage, "that one of the soldiers in my department just called in to report that he'd seen Repugnus walking through the Iacon spaceport."
Smokescreen paused, then added, "After the last...unpleasantness, it's common knowledge that he was sent to Altihex to be locked up for the next vorn. It's possible that he's been released early, but it's also possible that there's a dangerous fugitive in the city. The military doesn't have sanction to carry out a manhunt on the spaceport grounds, but the ISS does. If Repugnus is really at large, I think you might want to alert whatever officers you can spare."
Velocity
Repugnus steered the javelin-shaped shuttle towards the direction of Crystal City. Now ten cycles isn't much of a headstart, and the Monsterbot kept glancing over his shoulder to see whether the ISS had caught up yet.
"Come on, come on..." The Monsterbot growled, as the checkpoints came into view...
Repugnus steered the javelin-shaped shuttle towards the direction of Crystal City. Now ten cycles isn't much of a headstart, and the Monsterbot kept glancing over his shoulder to see whether the ISS had caught up yet.
"Come on, come on..." The Monsterbot growled, as the checkpoints came into view...
Iacon Security Service HQ
"Oh?" Red Alert halted in his tracks.
As he listened to Smokescreen, Red Alert simultaneously accessed the ISS’ data net and quickly drew up a report.
"Hmm, alright. One moment," he told him then placed Smokescreen on hold. After completing the report he promptly sent it out.
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Recipient(s): 000-1932, 000-3212, 034-0004........
Attention: All available SWAT and aerial support units.
Summary: Unit designation: Repugnus [case history: see attachment] is in motion; Iacon Spaceport. Tac-teams are to intercept. Unit is considered dangerous. If unit resists arrest, lethal force is authorized......
[view entire report]
[view Unit Designation: Repugnus case file]
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“My people have been dispatched. Anything else?” he impatiently asked.
"Oh?" Red Alert halted in his tracks.
As he listened to Smokescreen, Red Alert simultaneously accessed the ISS’ data net and quickly drew up a report.
"Hmm, alright. One moment," he told him then placed Smokescreen on hold. After completing the report he promptly sent it out.
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Recipient(s): 000-1932, 000-3212, 034-0004........
Attention: All available SWAT and aerial support units.
Summary: Unit designation: Repugnus [case history: see attachment] is in motion; Iacon Spaceport. Tac-teams are to intercept. Unit is considered dangerous. If unit resists arrest, lethal force is authorized......
[view entire report]
[view Unit Designation: Repugnus case file]
>>>>>
“My people have been dispatched. Anything else?” he impatiently asked.