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Diane: *Explores the base, becoming familiar with it, having changed into clothing that wasn't shredded*
Ghost Strike: *huff huff.... slithers into Base and pauses at the entranceway to scan the vicinity and see where his charge might be at*
Diane: Ghost!
Ghost Strike: *is a dusty cobra drone, but turns and rears at that call, and swiftly gets himself to her* Di.anne. *doesn't even check the vicinity before bumping her lightly with his blunt muzzle*
Diane: *HUGS him, dust and all*
Ghost Strike: *holds very still for the hug* Isss.fine?
Diane: Yes, I'm fine, thank you. I've been with Warbird.
Ghost Strike: *coils loosely around her, sensor array flickering out at regular intervals, ignooooring that reference to he who scratches up his charge >__o* Isss.not.good. Not.know.thrrrghxxx*click*threat.
Diane: I know. Warbird told me what's going on, as best as he knows. *Strokes that dusty armor*
Ghost Strike: Sssafe.here. With.all.iesss. *bumps her lightly again*
Diane: I know, Ghost. *Pulls a treat out of her pocket--has started carrying them as well as dog biscuits* Here.
Ghost Strike: *takes it delicately, consumed a lotta energy getting here* *then rears up minutely, sensor array working*
Diane: *Looks around, taking cues from her drone*
Swifthunt: *comes down the stairs and pauses, staring at Diane a moment before nodding curtly if politely, optics dim* Diane Jenrette.
Diane: Swifthunt. All is well as it can be?
Swifthunt: *nods* As expected. There are a few more mechs expected to arrive still, but so far there's been no further incident. *stands at ease to report, but the angle of his wings is decidedly stiff*
Diane: *Can read Seekers with ease now* Thank you. *In a more informal, maybe even friendly tone* Is everything alright with you?
Swifthunt: *ducks his head at that, optics flickering* All that needs to be. I, ah... appreciate you taking my call at face value last night. *shifts a bit uncertainly at that*
Diane: *Smiles* He needed it. I appreciate you letting me know. You're a good mech, my friend.
Swifthunt: *floofs minutely at that, then starts at a noise from downstairs, armor going flat* I... If you'll excuse me, Diane Jenrette. I should go on perimeter patrol.
Diane: *Nods to him* Safe winds.
Swifthunt: *armor ripples at that, and nods politely before heading outside*
Ghost Strike: *watches ya, whippersnapper, watches ya like a hawk o.-*
Diane: *Oh, take it easy* *...has to wonder what has the normally steady Swifthunt upset*
White Noise: *pulls over to the entrance and transforms, stepping inside and releasing Float to hover by its shoulder*
Diane: *...feels somewhat like a hostess* Good day, White Noise. Float.
White Noise: *looks down at her, optics flickering minutely* Diane Jenrette.
Float: *little tentacle wave, but knows better than to approach Mister Cranky over there* ^^_^^
Diane: Come, Ghost. We don't want to be in the way when the hordes start to arrive. *Sets about to meet and greet more of the Decepticons she doesn't know terribly well*
White Noise: *retreats to its usual room... only to find it partially occupied, not that it seems to bother it*
Silver Spark: *peeks out of his room again....*
Scitale: *EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!
Diane: *Little human, big snake, nothing to see*
Scitale: *ZOMG, hates this place, HATES it T___T*
Silver Spark: *you got the thing medic? HAHAHAHA!* *doesn't like you... but still better you and a trigger-happy seeker*
Ghost Strike: *is keeping track of any motion or proximity to Diane, trailing sedately next to her*
Mayhem: *still doing construction, and mechs with nothing to do sense is tingling*
Silver Spark: *>__>* *IS bored.... even though there's added activity*
Reinforcements: *Still happy to lurk just outside the front door as a SUV*
Swifthunt: *has patrols to do, even if they're on foot. Go victimize the Porsche*
Speedtrap: *Brings his brother into the base, on his best behavior*
Vorpal: *comes in low, transforms over the roof and lands gracefully, acknowledging the hails he gets and reporting in.... and, um... shuffling uncertainly in place o.o* *goes to hide at his usual roof spot*
Mayhem: *nods to Rein, committing location to memory. But first to hunt down some inside the base :3*
Diane: *Watches the pulse of the base, how everyone moves, what they do*
Playback: *Wanders about under foot*
Ghost Strike: *is gonna EAT you, you damned pest*
Pierce: *may be up there somewhere as well. By all appearances napping*
Silver Spark: *eyes everyone*
Reinforcements: *Not going anywhere unless asked to do something. For grumpy Rein is still grumpy*
Mayhem: *eyes the Porsche right back :3* you don't got anything to do, have you?
Silver Spark: So?
Diane: *Focuses on this now, amused*
Ghost Strike: *wouldn't mind helping, but has a job... and also kinda lacks limbs <_<*
Mayhem: got a whole new medbay facility to build out there *stabs a thumb in that general direction* And I've got leave from the general to draft anyone who's not busy already *you could sneak around the site. Popping up when they last expect it to scare the Pit out of some hapless worker?*
Mako: *Comes in the front and at least tries not to step on the tiny, skittering...... Con?* Righ' then, reporting in, wha' not.
Ghost Strike: *only if it does not deter from my current duty*
Playback: *Eyes Mako for a moment, then looks back over at Ghost Strike* OwwwwwO
Perforate: *>< Gah! Will get there eventually...*
Mayhem: *new victim, might get to that one in a moment*
Swifthunt: *to Mako* Good for you. The General will see you at his convenience.
Silver Spark: *smiles for Mako* *looks at Mayhem* A medbay.... yeah, sure. I'll help. *approves of medbays, yes*
Mako: *Oh a friendly face for once. Returns the smile to Silver*
Ghost Strike: *might look slow, runt, would not suggest you actually test my real speed*
Silver Spark: *Mako* <<Feel free to share my room, because space will be tight. It's the one with the slashed walls>>
Diane: *Strokes Ghost's head, watching, quite amused, noting attitudes, willingness to work, and willingness to be difficult*
Mako: *Silver* <<Well that's one a' the nicer invitations Ah've gotten.>>
Silver Spark: *Mako* <<That doesn't surprise me.>>
Mako: *Silver* <<o3o Really? Ah wonder why.>>
Silver Spark: <<*chuckles*>> *looks to Mayhem, waiting for instruction of some kind*
Mayhem: no time to waste then, come along *gestures at Mako as well* *also, makes a mental note of talking with the CMO about a certain prisoner later. And see about getting some guards...*
Silver Spark: *goes with*
Mako: *o.o Wait. Wut. Did he just get conscripted into something? ... GUESSES he has nothing better to do... and follows*
Mayhem: *as for the snake, consider yourself invited to come along at any time you feel like*
Silver Spark: We're going to build a medbay, Mako.
Mayhem: *nope, you don't. Gonna make sure you both work your afts off* any kind of experience from construction at all, any of you?
Mako: Oh. *Flatly* JOY.
Silver Spark: I helped fix the roof. *looks at Mako* ..... it's better than sitting around staring at mechs, and we need one here. *hasn't forgotten his stint in the medbay at the Crash Site, oh no*
Mako: *Will help. But will be his usual... PLEASANT self, oh yes.*
Silver Spark: *eh... if you don't bug me too much, your stay in my room could be more... interesting*
Mayhem: *doesn't comment on that new one's reaction. But...oh hey…pidgeon...kitty...seekerling, whatever. Got the energy to pass on what you learned yesterday to those two?* slagging right it is
Silver Spark: *feels a sense of purpose.... Perseco'd be happy.... ooooh what those 6 limbs could do.... no, medbay! don't be distracted!*
Vorpal: *..... zzzzz, fell asleep on a tight little heap on the roof*
Mayhem: *oh fine, will probably feel just as much like a bastard later too, and throw someone at you to abuse* we got started at the foundations yesterday, as you see. So... *gets on with explaining stuff; how to do this and that. And he better now screw up*
Sparkshield: *Did someone say a medbay? 83*
Swifthunt: *... is on the roof, and NOT coming down. Can work on his reports just fine from up there*
Silver Spark: *yep* *nods and gets to work when he knows what to do and how to do it*
Mayhem: *damn right. You want any changes from the blueprints, better come and say so now*
Sparkshield: *Naw, looks good from what I saw <3*
Mayhem: *good enough* *wouldn't happen to have time for another matter, do you?*
Sparkshield: *Need my help with anything? 83*
Reinforcements: *Yay, building stuff. Suddenly not having wicked talons of death comes in handy*
Mayhem: *dunno if the General spoke of it to you, but there's this Seeker in the brig, gotta do somethin' with him. Not a matter of great importance though, considering the current situation*
Sparkshield: *What needs ta be done with 'im?*
Mayhem: CMO: <<can't say I know much about Seeker specifics. He got his weapons disabled already, just got to make sure he can't get off the ground either>>
Sparkshield: Mayhem <<...alright. I think I c'n take care of that. It'll even be reversible if ya wanna let 'im loose later on.>>
Mayhem: <<All I'm asking, whenever is convenient for you. And when I can get a couple of so of the other Seekers helping out>>
Sparkshield: Mayhem <<Alright, sounds like a plan.>>
Mayhem: *thanks the medic, and goes about the business of building again*
Sparkshield: Mayhem <<Need any help with this stuff while I'm here?>>
Mayhem: *pauses in the grumbling at one of the 'volunteers'* <<with the construction? If that's the case, I take anyone willing who's able to stay on their feet>
Sparkshield: <<Sure. I like to keep busy, and besides, the more help ya get, the sooner this is done ^_^>> *Besides, she's a big girl, and designed for haulin’ heavy lumps around XD*
Mayhem: <<by all means, join us. Long as you don't mind the company>> *pauses to correct someone* <<suppose a medic isn't entirely clueless in the matter of construction, like most of the lot I have so far?>>
Sparkshield: <<*Chuckles* I know my way around tools. Just point me where ya need me.>>
Mayhem: <<More than welcome then. Tools you'll need are in the crates by the storage shed>> *hrrm, at least the CMO seems better than the (mostly) short ones he's been able to catch so far today*
Sparkshield: <<Alright. I'll leave you to minding the others then XD>> *Heads over to get some tools and get to work.*
Stormbreaker: *Might be smaller for a Seeker, but is plenty competent, thank you very much.*
Mayhem: <<just hit them over the head if needed>> *rumblechuckles briefly. And gets on with welding something* *appreciates that* *probably acknowledged the Seeker with a nod upon arrival. Not gonna say so out loud of-course, but is a bit surprised by you pigeons willingness to work. Good number of you at least*
Stormbreaker: *Better to keep oneself busy than to laze around with nothing to do. Might as well be useful in the process*
Diane: *Has her head together with Galeforce, charmed by the old man, discussing various strategies and ideas*
Reinforcements: *Likes having something to do other than brood, but is proving rather awful at constructioning*
Mayhem: *notes that, and thus grumbles. Sure never has been among the more polite mechs* *have dealt with Seekers plenty, to know that they tend to be a difficult lot. But ain't gonna say that there aren't some it's possible to live with*
Saprophyte: *curled up in a crook of the roof resting as she's spending all her consecutive free time patrolling the perimeter*
Drivetrain: *wandering around, helping where he can*
Mata Hari: *.....HAAAAAAAETS this base, it's dirty and yucky and LOW BROW T___T*
Vitriol: *oh, sure, now you're all helpful*
Saprophyte: *......you should room with Scitale*
Scitale: *there is a WEIRD thing in my room, come SAVE me T_____T*
Mata Hari: *Wants her nice well-maintained climate controlled garage back plxkthx ><* *...I'm not going near THAT DDDD8*
Mayhem: *don't make me come looking for you, femme*
Diane: *Oh, get over yourselves*
Saprophyte: *........I second the fleshling*
Perforate: *Still... on his way... *
Mayhem: *why, has a proper workforce now. Even if some are quite hopeless, still* *does however, note the arrival of that femme. Intercept and put her to work someone?*
Mata Hari: *Does not do menial labor. >(*
Galeforce: *Information specialist, eh... I know something for you!*
Warbird: *what a zoo* *emerges from the control room* <<Everyone, in an ORDERLY FASHION, come to the control room. I want all of you to type your names and the time you arrived into the computer, then you may go about your business about the base.>>
Reinforcements: *Huzzah for being hopeless at construction!*
Mata Hari: *Has been saved from the menial labor? Yay! <3*
Mayhem: *can't I put her to work, just for a few hours?* *rumbles, and shoo everyone, go do as the General ordered. Then the sooner we can get back to work*
Saprophyte: *five more minutes, pa* zzzzzzzz
Skua: *leaves the roof and heads in to enter his name and such*
Warbird: <<Swifthunt, Galeforce, Mayhem, I think the base needs a new coat of paint. Go get some and set about assigning painters. Everyone will stay busy.>>
Pierce: *probably the first one there*
Reinforcements: *Shuffles off to go do as bid, taking his time in order to avoid the presumable rush*
Warbird: *also, has that mapped out air shaft system, Mayhem, maybe you sah and get soem folks started on ripping those out and replacing them?*
Galeforce: <<Aye sir.>>
Mayhem: <<acknowledged. Will be right on it once everyone are done with this, General>> *sure thing!*
Vorpal: *sent his report in and zzzzzzzz is curled up in a heap a fourth of his size on the roof behind a pillar*
Warbird: *Good then! Keep them busy, bored Decepticons are DESTRUCTIVE Decepticons*
Barricade: *his FUEL SYSTEM IS TRYING TO STRANGLE HIM, SAH! @______@*
Swifthunt: <<*faint relief* Yes, sir.>>
Mata Hari: *Is not bored! Is just afraid that the base's...dinge will rub off on her D8*
Galeforce: *As always. Will keep them from acting like three-year-old humans with missiles*
Saprophyte: *permission to later drop kick both femmes into the sewer, sir?*
Warbird: *work Mata Hari and Scitale in the basement on cleanup duty with mops 8D*
Mata Hari: *O________@*
Warbird: *mops the size of toothbrushes* *IF ONLY YOU THINK I'M JOKING -- relays that order to Vitriol >D*
Diane: *...ouch. Sucks to be you*
Mayhem: *all mental smirk. Sure can keep them all too occupied to do much more than sleep during their time off*
Warbird: *I WANT THAT STORAGE AREA SPOTLESS LADIES AND VITRIOL SHALL BE YOUR QUARTERMASTER TODAY!*
Mata Hari: *T____T*
Scitale: *T____________________________________T*
Blueberry: *it is not like she has been anywhere else, but shows up with the rest*
Vitriol: *SAH. YASSUH 8DDDDDDDD*
Warbird: *is cruel and unusual >8D*
Mata Hari: *THIS IS WHY SHE DOESN'T MINGLE DDDX*
Diane: *Is sitting on Warbird's desk, alphabetizing his datapads, so he can actually FIND them*
Mayhem: *HA! That's even better. Good luck, ladies*
Scitale: *ZOMG, what did I ever do to you? T__________________T*
Mata Hari: *This is NOT my area of expertise T.T*
Scitale: *where is the... you know, the, the thingy.... the DRONE that runs around with the mop?*
Saprophyte: *Oh SHUT UP and do it*
Mata Hari: *T.T This is SO DEPRAVED*
Tekk: *Will soothe your ego later, stop being so conspicuous*
Mayhem: *rubs hands, and gets to assigning work, along with the Seekers. Teams for medbay, painting walls and work on the air shaft system. With someone to keep watch on each team*
Scitale: *............ I think I broke a nail. T______________________________T*
Mata Hari: *....D8 ......that just scuffed my paint T.T*
Reinforcements: *Should probably be painting stuff. Hard to screw up that.*
Galeforce: *Is surprisingly active for an old man, and doesn't mind working with his hands, either* *PAINT THIS WALL. JUST THIS WALL.*
Saprophyte: *is resting until it's time to get her aft in the air for more patrols* zzz
Crucifer: *is... quite a total and utter klutz ^___^;;; But can bring tools and equipment around, as well as frosty beverages?*
Diane: *...discovers the case of energy drinks, and suddenly is EVERYWHERE*
Swifthunt: *is NOT going inside*
Ghost Strike: *AUGH!*
Mayhem: *and watch the human everyone. Accidents can happen, and just that one is better avoided*
Vitriol: *NO SLACKIN' OFF ON HIS SHIFT, FEMMES! >83*
Mata Hari: *I'm working you shriveled old half-fried excuse for a microwave! T_T*
Reinforcements: *Back in the good ole' days, there weren't squishy things running around the base that you weren't supposed to step on by accident...*
Galeforce: *Breaks his team into shifts, sending small groups to get fuel, others to rest, and still more to work*
Ghost Strike: *step on her and DIE, k?*
Diane: *Is sticking around. Get used to it.*
Saprophyte: *coma'd on the roof* zzz
Galeforce: *Doesn't bother either of the Seekers, knows they were both working through the night*
Mayhem: *while he thinks of it, put that grounder from the brig in one of the teams?*
Galeforce: *Under orders to stay brigged through tomorrow*
Mayhem: *good enough* *goes back to whipping about the ones he's got working on the new medbay and the air shaft system*
Reinforcements: *Geez, I'm workin' I'm workin'...*
Mayhem: *just makin' sure*
Galeforce: *Sends the first shift to get fuel*
Swifthunt: *Primus above, you... licking... thing. Do you want an airlift?*
Perforate: *Sweet Primus YES... My engine is smoking... T^T*
Mayhem: *catches a certain blue femme with nothing to do....don't really want anything to do with that one. So how about putting her with the two others, Quartermaster?*
Swifthunt: *maybe next time you should ASK before it gets to those straits? -__-* *come on, then, let's get you to Base*
Vitriol: *sure. I ain't impressed by pretty, grab thyself a toothbrush and GET TO WORK! 8D*
Perforate: *Because there's nothing in life more I enjoy than asking Seekers I don't really know if I can have a ride...*
Blueberry: *does as told, quietly. Though perhaps with that little smile at the other two*
Swifthunt: *drops the sweeper in front of the door... and swings right away on patrol again*
Scitale: *HUFFS at thee who would smile at this misery T___T*
Mata Hari: *HAETS you right now Blueberry ><*
Perforate: *Now must trudge to the control room to sign in... Yay...*
Diane: *Looks up from organizing datapads* Get fuel, then sign into the computer log. Then report to either Galeforce or Mayhem for orders.
Blueberry: *not the least bothered by that. There is, after all, quite worse things* *hums*
Perforate: *Fuel is good. Content to shuffle off for that*
Vitriol: *I can't hear the sound of scrubbing under all that NOISE! WORK 'EM BRUSHES LIKE YOU MEAN IT!*
Scitale: *OMIGAWD, I dunno who you are but SHUT.UP! I already broke a nail!*
Blueberry: *how long it would take either of them to break and protest, she wonders* *hums more quietly*
Mata Hari: *...ACK I JUST SCUFFED MY PAINT EVEN WORSE, THERE'S LIKE A HUGE WHITE SCRAPE NOW T___________T*
Scitale: *GLARES at Blue, GLARES*
Vitriol: *If you got energy to sing, YOU AIN'T WORKIN' HARD ENOUGH*
Blueberry: yes? *scrubs*
Mata Hari: *Is far too proud to voice a complaint or do anything but do the damned job... BUT WON'T LIKE IT >_<*
Scitale: *.... goes back to scrubbing irately*
Skua: *decides that he's gotten enough rest, and joins one of the work groups*
Blueberry: *one can only work so hard using a toothbrush for scrubbing, she is afraid*
Galeforce: *First shift back, second shift, to get fuel*
Perforate: *Fuel eaten. Time to sign in so he's not accused of evils he couldn't have pulled off*
Barricade: *oookay, isnae waiting* *rattles the bars, looking around*
Vitriol: *for the luvva Pete, NOW WHAT?*
Perforate: *Mm? What could that be? Must investigate*
Barricade: *NO **** NO PERFORATE STAY THE **** OUT OF THE BRIGkushfkurekg*
Perforate: *Lalalala, can't hear asterisk yelling la...*
Barricade: *raps on the bars, grumbling*
Speedtrap: *Pauses in his work, armor rippling uncomfortably*
Drivetrain: Ya a'ight?
Speedtrap: Stress askin' hard questions. *Keens softly*
Perforate: *Doooown the stairs, following the interesting noise. And a bunch of other things, but hey, no one needs to know about that.*
Saprophyte: *Play around the brigs and you're likely to get thrown in your own cell.......*
Perforate: *In my defense, I don't know what's down there*
Drivetrain: *puts a hand on his shoulder*
Barricade: *raprapraprap BANG BANG BANG BANG*
Vitriol: *LOOMS before Perforate, unamused* Can I HELP you the slag out?
Speedtrap: *Nuzzles against him for comfort*
Perforate: Might I inquire as to what is down here?
Vitriol: The brig. Are ya lookin' to stay innit?
Barricade: *.......knows that voice and ceases making a racket =__=*
Perforate: Not today, I think. *Sounds WAY too amused, but all the same turns to go back the way he came*
Saprophyte: *uncurls from her resting spot and heads down to sign her name in, etc before checking in and returning to her patrols*
Vitriol: *harrumphs and heads into the brig proper* -Now- what? *is actually... in a pretty good mood*
Barricade: *growls at the damn quartermaster* Medic. CMO.
Perforate: *Now for the task of hunting down someone to give him work he can actually do*
Warbird: *go hunt rats in the ventilation shafts!*
Vitriol: *sighs a bit* Fine. *D-local* <<CMO to the brig.>>
June Frayne: *Yeah, take it from me, you have a serious infestation problem @_o *
Sparkshield: *Vitriol* <<On ma way.>>
Vitriol: She's on her way. *tromps off to the stairwell to yell at his cleaning wench-err, workers some more for SLACKING OFF*
Mata Hari: *I'M NOT SLACKING YOU SENILE BLENDER!*
Scitale: *OMG, GO AWAY AND LEAVE US ALONE!*
Warbird: *HAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH*
Perforate: *Yes sir!*
Diane: *Your datapads are organized, dear, and your desk is clean.*
Mata Hari: *OMG I HATE YOU....sir >.>;*
Sparkshield: *heads down into the brig....internally WTFing at the chaos o.0*
Warbird: *it wasn't before?*
Barricade: *plunks back down onto the floor @_@*
Diane: *...I found those energy drinks. I thought espresso was good!*
Ghost Strike: *is going to EAT whoever brought those to Base*
June Frayne: *somewhere, is enjoying that irony, is*
Vitriol: *nods curtly at the Head Doc and escorts her to Barricade's cell*
Sparkshield: *Siiiigh* Alright....what's wrong?
Barricade: <<*datasent: fuel system FU.CKUP*>>
Sparkshield: *>.@ Nothing's EVER easy with you mechs.*
Barricade: *needs it overhauled and most of it replaced 8D YAY*
Sparkshield: *..........fabulous.*
Barricade: *huff*
Sparkshield: *Alright, alright. I'll fix yer silly aft. And if ya behave I won't have to tie you up to do so! Sound good?*
Barricade: *.......o.O; well ahhhhh I already have a bondage partner, madam, not interested =_=*
Sparkshield: *then ya'd best be behavin’, hmm? 083*
Speedtrap: *Why the hell are my audios ringing...?*
Barricade: *=_____=* *just fix me, because I'm about to throw up on you :3*
Vitriol: *don't know, don't care, you're detracting from my valuable abuse-the-worker time* What're you needing t' do, ma'am?
Sparkshield: Get him into the 'medbay.' I'll deal with ‘im from there. *Upchuck on me and I'll reformat you as a food processor.*
Barricade: *urk o_-*
Vitriol: -__o Yes'm *sends a message to 'Bird that he's dragging this particular prisoner up to the bitty medbay, then gets a set of restraints and nods to Cade* You know the drill, I'm guessin'.
Barricade: *eyes the restraints* You have to be f.ucking with me.
Sparkshield: *Izza lamb ^_^*
Vitriol: Not interested. *shrugs* Procedure's procedure.
Barricade: Heh. No. *refuses to be paraded around Conbase in cuffs, fuc.k that s.hit*
Perforate: *Would enjoy such a thing so very much*
Speedtrap: *Why do you think he's being so damn difficult?*
Vitriol: *shrugs again and turns to Sparky* No restraints, no prisoner. Sorry ma'am.
Perseco: * -__________________- *
Barricade: *steps back from the bars* =_=
Sparkshield: Well, all I can do for you down here is give you some solutions to ease the symptoms, but not much to actually fix ya.
Barricade: No point. *flops back down with a lazy thunk*
Sparkshield: Oh?
Barricade: *ignoooore and instead tries to sleep*
Vitriol: Sorry to bother ya for nothin', ma'am *rephrases his message to 'Bird*
Sparkshield: s'alright. *Rummages through a compartment and pulls out a small cube, handing it to Vitriol.* When he's done behaving like an idiot give him this, but tell him NOT to eat the shell this time >.@
Vitriol: *eyes the Saleen, who's apparently attempting power napping Extreme, and nods, taking it* Yes'm.
Warbird: <<General Warbird to Perseco.>>
Perseco: Z_x *dammmmn youuuuu* <<*so fuzzily* ...bmwhnn, yes sir?>>
Warbird: <<..... Bad time?>>
Perseco: <<.........*........glad she guessed at who that was, because for a moment wasn't sure who she was talking to >.>; * ...Mmno. I was just resting.>>
Warbird: <<If you are sure. I was merely seeing if you were available to come in and annoy -- er, see, the Saleen once more before he leaves the brig tomorrow.>>
Perseco: *..........more chances to poke into that psyche?* <<Yes, sir.>>
Warbird: <<I will be out front. We have a full house tonight, so be alert.>>
Perforate: *How in the Pit did so many rats get in here?*
Perseco: <<Yessir.>> *aughgg pulls herself off of the berth and slugs down a cube for the energy @_o*
Proxy: *.........*
Diane: *EWRAT!* *DANCES the OMGRODENTEW dance of horror*
Ghost Strike: *SNAPS it up and chucks it into a trash bin*
Diane: *...eeeeeeew*
Rat: *GOD DAMNIT I WAS SLEEPIN' THERE, MAN!*
Ghost Strike: *NO CHEESE FOR YOU!*
Perforate: *Ooh, a nest of baby rats....*
Warbird: *heads outside*
Diane: *...kill it with fire?*
Perforate: *More like eat it, silly human. *
Crucifer: *is bringing some more supplies to the construction workers, minding not to step on any more fresh concrete* Good evening, sir ^__^
Diane: *So long as they stay eaten, I don't care*
Perforate: *That might be a bit harder to guarantee...*
Warbird: Good evening, ah... *....ah hell SOMEONE ELSE he isn't sure who it is*
Crucifer: Crucifer, sir. Surgeon. ^__^
Warbird: *....that is one happy fella. o.O* Crucifer. Yes.
Crucifer: Such excitement around here, don't you think? ^__^ Such a pity it's for such a terrible cause.
Warbird: Well, it is getting things done at a faster pace than they would have.
Crucifer: I think it's always better to find something good in the bad ^__^ Elsewise it's too easy to become mired in sadness.
Warbird: That, and I get the privilege of shooting whoever started this mess anyway. I will take my stress relief then.
Crucifer: ^__^;;; I'm afraid I've never been good at all such violent endeavors. But I can still wish you very good luck and hope I will not have to see you professionally once you're done, sir.
Perseco: *rolls up to the gates and waiteth*
Warbird: *is HEAHN and hard to miss* Hello, Perseco.
Perseco: *rolls to her feet, stumbling one step >< * Greetings.
Warbird: Stay close to me, though everyone is busy, and I do not expect a problem.
Perseco: *nods and has Erebos on her shoulder this time*
Warbird: *leads her back into the base, yet again down into the depths of the brig*
Crucifer: *waves politely at Perseco and 'Bird and wanders off*
Erebos: *waves back*
Perseco: *got this memorized by now*
Vitriol: *.... for frag's sake, why don't I just put a cot for her down here? -__-*
Warbird: *why don'tcha stop complaining before I strip you of your weapons and throw you into the Saleen's cell? ^_^* Here we are.
Perseco: *Bet you'd like that......* Thank you, sir. *salutes him tiredly*
Warbird: And you. *off he goes*
Perseco: *smirks at Vitriol*
Vitriol: *just don't much care to have any Autobot tromping about, sah -__-;* *glares as much as he glares at anyone and everyone else*
Perseco: *ducks into the cell that's prolly unlocked *
Barricade: *heap'd, miserable napping Saleen*
Perseco: *....loathe to wake him up while he naps so....leans back against the door and watches him quietly*
Silver Spark: *is working! look, I'm being good! maybe if I help to finish this medbay which surely is very important and couldn’t be finished.... without me, I could leave the Base without having to worry about being shot at?* 8D
Perseco: *...do you still lust after those you can't or shouldn't have? 8D *
Diane: *Can you damn well behave yourself?*
Silver Spark: *we all crave things we can't have. You just want to know if I'm actually going to act on them*
Barricade: *lifts head.....looks around and LAUNCHES at Perseco with a shrill howl*
Silver Spark: *and hey, you let that freak out. Why not me?*
Perseco: *.....was luckily drowsing, and a sharp chirp and jab to her back alerts her to ROLL TO THE SIDE GODDAMMIT in that small cell as much as she can to miss most of that attack*
Diane: *If you want to argue your case, haul your aft to one of the officers and discuss it with some real ball bearings, instead of in asterisks.*
Silver Spark: *okay, okay... I was just putting the idea out there. Don’t get your panties in a bunch*
Barricade: *GROWLS and leans on all fours against the wall, watching her...... armor smooths down* Perseco.
Vitriol: *is gonna have to fish you out of there the hard way, ain't he, girl -___-*
Perseco: *........isn't dead yet? eheh?* *vents a sigh, Erebos peeping softly at her shoulder, one delicate leg petting her neck* Barricade...
Barricade: Come into the hornets nest yet again, have you?
Perseco: *relaxes minutely, all four hands uncurling from AIEEEEEEEEE GONNA DIE fists* I keep getting called back. *grins*
Barricade: *moves back over to the other side of the cell, away from the corner he, you know, threw up in 8D pleasant, no?* *flops back down* What is it that I can do for you on this visit..? *would just as soon do nothing, but hey, apparently doesn't have that choice*
Perseco: *has been in some bad brigs but this is still.........ew* *settles down where she is in a crouch* You seem to be feeling.......much better, mentally.
Barricade: *curls up* You could say.
Perseco: Why did you attack me when you woke up?
Barricade: Hmhm. Why not?
Bane: *checked in, and is lurking around the surface floor*
Perseco: *head tilt* Because I am no threat to you?
Barricade: I did not know it was you.
Perseco: Who did you think it was?
Swifthunt: *don't know you, but there's plenty of work to do*
Barricade: I did not care. Someone in my cell.
Perseco: Ah. *settles down a bit more* Anymore nightmares?
Barricade: Hmhm... the worst, of course.
Perseco: Care to let me in on those?
Barricade: No. *stomach GURGLE arghrghr...*
Perseco: .....you have not been treated yet...
Barricade: I tried. It did not work out.
Perseco: *tiredly* Oh? Why ever not? There is a CMO here.
Barricade: Yes. Call me prideful but I refused to be paraded around base in shackles.
Perseco: ....well...given your history I don't doubt that they wanted to keep you in shackles but.....given that your insides are barely functioning...*rubs her face* ...what mischief did they expect you to get to in a base full of Decepticons, I have to wonder.
Barricade: I do not -- *HURRRRKK ...haha, sweet XD* care. I will wait until Warbird lets me out.
Silver Spark: *there are mechs around here he'd probably try to hurt if he could*
Diane: *Idiot*
Vitriol: *could be an Elite or a gutter drone, could be 5 or 50 feet tall, regulations are regulations*
Silver Spark: *hence why I didn't say "will hurt" I'm not stupid, just insane like the rest of us*
Perseco: @@ *Ere gives her neck a eight-legged massage* It's been so long since I've been around a fully, functioning Decepticon base, it takes me awhile to remember the finicky details.
Barricade: It is protocol. *curls up, paaaaain whuff* Why are you here?
Perseco: *frankly* Curiousity. It is my duty, my job, I was sent here, ya da ya da. But even if not ordered, I would have tried to find a way here anyhow. *speaks frankly around the Cons since sugar coating does not work* I have a chance to expand my field without threats that war brings down upon us.
Barricade: Expand your field. *sits up, tired, and looks at her*
Perseco: I am. *still in the same position, only thing that has moved is Erebos*
Barricade: *looks at the spider, then back at her* Are you afraid?
Perseco: Of you?
Barricade: *nods*
Perseco: I am afraid of what you can do. What could get into that steel trap of a mind of yours.
Barricade: You do know know what is in my mind...
Perseco: *nods slowly*
Barricade: But you want to know..... do you not?
Perseco: *promptly, and is mildly irked she's letting him lead the eval due to her tiredness* Of course.
Barricade: *leans back against the wall* I will tell you what... I will give you one hour of cooperative evaluation time... if you can get Warbird to let me out of here early.
Perseco: *........hmm* *tilts her head with a faint grin* Let's see if I can work some magic...if so, gladly.
Warbird: *.......................................
Swifthunt: *o.O;;;* <<Sir?!.>>
Diane: *Christ on a cracker, what now?*
Warbird: *heads out of teh office and up into the control room, reading over the list of everyone who signed in* *all names who are familiar, so who. is. doing it?*
Perseco: *.......senses doom* ......but we're gonna wait for a bit and pretend like I'm working. >_>
White Noise: *... simply abandons the maintenance work it'd been drafted into, walking away, transforming, and driving off towards the Bar*
Diane: *Are you positive it's a Decepticon? It could, no matter how unlikely, be an Autobot.*
Warbird: *looks up at a signal* <<White Noise. Explanation.>>
Barricade: *tilts head and looks up at the ceiling*
White Noise: <<I am unable to provide accurate information on current events while away from the Bar, sir. While able to receive audiovisual data, I cannot acquire further input. If I am to be of use in providing intelligence, I must be on site.>> *blithely ignores the hail from a very annoyed Tornado*
Erebos: *chances a moment to climb out on Perse's lap*
Swifthunt: >___- *is... under... orders not to deal with -medics-!* <<Orders, sir?>>
Galeforce: *Banks to back up Swifthunt*
Warbird: *swift* <<Leave it be.>> *WN* <<Acknowledge. Remain radar visible at all times.>>
White Noise: <<Acknowledged, sir.>>
Swifthunt: *banks away immediately, dipping his wings to Gale*
Barricade: *grins a bit, teeth baring*
Galeforce: *Circles back to base*
Erebos: *.......bares his fangs*
Barricade: *looks back at her*
Swifthunt: *<_< >_> picks up the chair*
Perseco: *leaning back against the wall in a sort of comfortable position, three hands resting on Erebos, the other rubbing her neck* Hm?
Barricade: Waiting for something in particular?
Perseco: Timing is everything. *enc* <<There has been another attack...I do not expect your leader is thrilled with this. So I'll wait.>>
Barricade: *tilts head* <<Who?>>
Perseco: <<Autobot femme flier, Contrail.>>
Barricade: <<...This does not surprise me.>> *gets up, stooping under the low ceiling*
Perseco: <<Oh? There is seemingly no pattern to the attacks. Two femmes, one drone, two mechs. One flier, three grounders....>>
Swifthunt: *...... <_< >_> replaces the chair in 'Bird's office*
Perseco: *with its shards of glass? XD *
Diane: *And they say a redhead's temper is legendary*
Swifthunt: *I'm not dense, medic >8/*
Barricade: <<No, but Contrail is stupid.>>
Perseco: <<She is........naive. *and that's putting it nicely 8D * >>
Bane: *slinks down the stairs to the brig, passing Vitriol's office with nary a sound*
Vitriol: *do I LOOK that DENSE to you, interloper?*
Barricade: *stomach has gone back to strangling his lower esophagus >_<;*
Bane: *no, but I am already in here without your having gotten up, staring into the Saleen’s cell*
Speedtrap: *...please tell me I didn't see what I thought I saw*
Vitriol: *then me, my axe, and a report to the Boss, are on yer heels, ugly*
Barricade: *is rather silent, staring back*
Erebos: *shifts to look at the cell door, various small, minute details alerting him to another's presence*
Perseco: *blinka*
Daorsainn: *comes into Con base*
Fireblast: *lands outside and debates and finally heads in, wishing she could go back into hiding -_-*
Fireblast: *looks around warily* *HATES not having a wing*
Swifthunt: *trots out at the unknown signal and levels his Mauser on the stranger (Fireblast), tone and posture neutral* &&Identifiy yourself.&& *ignores Dao, since he's on the rosters*
Fireblast: *tenses at the Mauser* &&Fireblast, Decepticon Seeker.&&
Swifthunt: *dips his head minutely, cannon unmoving* &&You are not presently in the planet-side roster. Arrival time?&&
Fireblast: *now this is where it gets tricky* <<...a month or so ago.>>
Bane: *slinks right back out of the brig*
Perseco: *silent questionable look at Cade*
Barricade: *ehhaaaaaaah... o_____o;*
Vitriol: *stands waiting in front of the stairwell, axe and buckler out* Were you lost, maybe?
Swifthunt: *...... immediately sends an alert to 'Bird and Gale*
Fireblast: *looks at Swift and takes a step back* I was in hiding.
Fireblast: *slag, keeps digging a hole for herself.... wishes she was off this Primus forsaken planet. Wishes she had never come... wishes that Tsunami's hold and pull on her wasn't so strong*
Perseco: -___o
Galeforce: *Primus, one crisis after another these days* *Moves quickly to the entrance*
Warbird: *heads downstairs to the entranceway*
Swifthunt: You were.... hiding? From what? *yeah, is not liking this*
Fireblast: *stares at Swifthunt* *softly* It is a long story. And you are pointing a weapon at me, though I don't know who you are.
Warbird: *activates his Mauser* I would get started on that story, missy.
Fireblast: *keeps her head down* *stares at them both* I am a Seeker who requires a wing. I had a wing... until one of my wingmates tricked me in deserting our wingleader. I realized my mistake and have been searching for him...
Galeforce: *Is there as well, cannon hot*
Fireblast: but his temper... he might kill me if I do not approach this right. *should have STAYED in hiding*
Warbird: Names.
Fireblast: My treacherous wingmate was Keenwind. My wingleader's name was Tsunami.
Barricade: *lays back down, curls back up, and sticks armor out to act as spikes*
Warbird: Aha... Tsunami. He has been in my brig for who knows how long. I hope you can prove where you have been for the past week or so, femme.
Galeforce: *...wonderful.*
Fireblast: *audios droop, is honestly afraid now, but tries not to show it* I cannot.
Warbird: Fabulous. To the brig with her.
Galeforce: *I hope you like the brig, child. He has no choice.*
Fireblast: ...I can give you datafiles and reports... but I doubt you would feel they are adequate. *shakes a bit now... knows Con brigs... KNOWS them as a femme*
Warbird: Give them to me and we will see, won't we?
Fireblast: <<*datasent: report on where she has been this entire time... day by day recordings and sights....all the data she can manage*>>
Perseco: *reclines against the wall, Erebos in her lap and quite awake*
Vitriol: *would like a word with you about said brigs and whether he should just put up a turnstile instead of two security doors, sah -____<* *AND YOU THREE, KEEP SCRUBBING!*
Saprophyte: *oh boo hoo, lil’ femme...*
Perforate: *. . . Irate rattlings in the air duct system*
Warbird: *Or maybe I should get a better QUARTERMASTER, who is supposed to be GUARDING said brig, yes?*
Fireblast: *waits, stiff but submissive*
Warbird: *nods* I will review, and if you are lucky, I will see no reason to execute you. Swifthunt, lock her up.
Speedtrap: *is more drab than blue at this point >><<;;*
Galeforce: Any further orders, sir?
Warbird: No, sir.
Fireblast: *slaggit*
Barricade: *drably* Go away.
Scitale: *T___T Is tired and wants a spa*
Swifthunt: Yes, sir. *gestures Fireblast onwards*
Fireblast: *hangs head and walks*
Galeforce: Aye, sir. *Moves back into the base*
Warbird: *heads back inside*
Perforate: *. . . . More rattling in those air ducts, and if you listen closely, hissed curses*
Vitriol: *with all due and proper respect, sah, is a QUARTERMASTER, notta BAILIFF. Sah.*
Warbird: *Then. Stop. BITC.CHING.*
Perseco: Not yet...
Barricade: Why.
Fireblast: *honestly has no idea who most of these Cons are, including the one escorting her*
Perseco: I'm sorry if my presence is so horrible...*sighs*
Barricade: If you are honestly trying to pluck at my heartstrings by being the usual weak little femme, I am sorry to disappoint, but I have no heart. And I have n respect nor liking for weak little femmes who - *rolls to his feet* -- cannot make it on their own or find it necessary to leech off of a mech or otherwise manipulate their way through life. WORK is how you do it. Being BETTER is how you do it. Not PRETENDING to be better. *hisses, hacking up a glob of plastic, optics unfocused* *stalks towards her*
Swifthunt: *escorts Fireblast down -don't SNARL at me, Vitriol- and to one of the larger empty cells* *neutrally* Weapons, please.
Barricade: Pretending is how Seekers do it. *looks out of his cell at Swifthunt* And note, we have a gaggle of Seekers running this entire operation. How fancy.
Swifthunt: *doesn't react to 'Cade's barb by more than a wingtwitch, focused on his job*
Fireblast: *sighs and takes out the power cell to her cannon and her four missiles and hands them to Swifthunt* They regrow. The missiles.
Barricade: *you can shut off those protocols, you idiot*
Fireblast: *yes but I doubt they would TRUST me doing it myself*
Barricade: *got to keep his weapons =3= mainly because you could not take them from him unless you KILLED HIM*
Swifthunt: Then I suggest you shut them down. Someone will check on that *namely, might behoove you to play good girl*
Fireblast: *nods and shuts them down* *is trying to -_-*
Perseco: *back into that defensive lil’ crouch, four arms on the ground, Erebos on her back* Showing signs of life at last. And it only took you...*head tilt* ...a disappointing amount of time. Tell me, why do you swing from emotion to emotion?
Swifthunt: *sir, I think no one here would fail to know that, asterisks or not o.o*
Barricade: *drops to all fours and advances on her in the tiny space very quickly*
Fireblast: *goes into the cell*
Swifthunt: *locks the door behind her and... pauses at the scene in 'Cade's cell*
Perseco: *Erebos leaps off of her shoulder, over his head to the other wall while she darts out of the way in a roll, back against the next wall* You had no problem with me before, why now? What triggered it?
Barricade: *D< ............)< .... ): .... X_______x;* *spasms and falls*
Fireblast: *sits down against a wall, staring at the ground*
Swifthunt: *FRAGGIT, lunges at that door and unlocks it, slipping in and slamming it shut behind him* <<Vitriol, you need to get your AFT, here, NOW. >> *tries to avoid BRAINING himself on the ceiling as he reaches over, deploying his kunai*
Vitriol: *how the PIT am I supposed to fit in there after your Primusdamned FAT TAILFINS, whelp?*
Tsunami: *has not moved in his cell, appearing quite CALM* *racket or not*
Fireblast: *hears the racket... and hopes not to see Tsunami in here... not yet. He will KILL her*
Tsunami: *did, however, note you coming down*
Fireblast: *....slaggit slaggit slaggit*
Swifthunt: *tries to support his senior officer before looking flatly at Perseco* Out. I'm sure Warbird will want a word with you, medic.
Barricade: *limp azza ragdoll, Seeker*
Fireblast: *keeps her head down. Refuses to look at the cell facing hers*
Perseco: I can imagine.
Swifthunt: *GROWLS very low in the tiny cell* WHAT did you DO to him, medic?
Perseco: *ignores the growl and steps out, more like squeezes out* *does NOT put her back to this one or Cade just in case*
Barricade: *I might be a heaving frothing mess right here, sah, but are yeh really that stupid?*
Perseco: *seriously*
Barricade: *.....well, since I'm here, haff some HRRRRRRRK, ye damned Seeker*
Swifthunt: *SNARLS at her* <<.............. C.M.O. to the brig.>>
Perseco: *...........really glad she got outta there ><;; *
Sparkshield: <<'m on my way>>
Barricade: *sending bizarre messages to Speedtrap and Stress @_z;;* *OHAI, DRUNK TEXTS JUNE TOO*
Speedtrap: *Cade* <<...what the ****.>>
June Frayne: *prolly gonna get that later when she wakes up and go WTF IS THIS ****? *
Tsunami: *just...sits, quite visible from that other cell. And from all appearances in recharge*
Perforate: *Squeal of claws on metal echoing in the air duct system*
Perseco: *looks up at the vents* Oo
Fireblast: *does not like being here at all*
Sparkshield: *Gets herself down there* Alright, what in the Pit is goin’ on?
Swifthunt: *shifts his grip in his kunai, is a SEVERELY riled up and currently over-protective Seeker, and not in the mood for slag* Vitriol.
Speedtrap: *Cade* <<...you are a special, special child. Go sober up, wouldja?>>
Perseco: *waits calmly near Vitriol's office*
Barricade: *foooaam and spit and froth and... other things that WERE in his tanks leftover and is drunk texting EVERY HUMAN HE CAN THINK OF.*
Vitriol: *looks at Perseco, then gets outta the CMO's way*
Diane: *WTF is this Schitt?* *Honey, your soldiers are sending me lewd texts ><;;;*
Swifthunt: *has his dander very much up, but visibly reluctant, squeezes out of the cell*
Barricade: *HRRRRK* *that be all from the peanut gallery*
Sparkshield: *Oh Primus **** me DX* *Heads into that cell to check on Cade...good lord boi o_0*
Swifthunt: *growls at her*
Barricade: *.....hey later on send in Scitale to clean up this mess. PLEASE. PLEASE??*
Vitriol: *8DDD You got it*
Mata Hari: *.....Is scrubbing that damned floor like a good little Trooper, and will be diving into a hot solventbath later and NOT COME OUT FOR A WEEK >.@*
Tsunami: *it will be some interesting days ahead, won't it?*
Perforate: *Would totally volunteer to clean the mess up! =3 If he wasn't stuck in the vents, anyhow.*
Barricade: *...you are a freak*
Sparkshield: *Nods, with a little grumble, identifying the problem as his fuel system*
Diane: *Jesus Christ, is this a military base or a daycare?!*
Fireblast: *interesting? No* *stays in her corner*
Perforate: *I'm not the one under psycho-evaluation*
Diane: *No, you're the special little one with a helmet, stuck in the airvents!*
Perseco: *YOU were asking me to practice on you................and you know I suck at it.....*
Barricade: *do. not. f.ucking. touch me.*
Sparkshield: Of course... I could drag his aft to the medbay and clean out his slagging fuel systems while he's outta comission....>>
Perforate: *D: It's not my fault I'm stuck! I slipped! The rats did it!*
Sparkshield: *Don't give me orders, Oreo*
Perseco: *small noise* I'd ah...take advantage of this time to take him to medbay and fix his gut while he's incapacitated...
Barricade: *nothing left to hork up, so is sort of a twitchy pile and is finished with those 64 random texts he sent to June @@*
June Frayne: *.........I'm saving all of these for blackmail later when one day we can look back and I'll say, "remember the time you were all 8BBBBBBBBBBBBB ? " *
Sparkshield: Oh yes, definitely. *Alright Cade, time for a field trip to the medbay!*
Barricade: *would rather not, plz kthx* *drunken SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP at anything that moves*
Perseco: *Too bad! Double doctors orders*
Swifthunt: *stands, STIFF as a bow string*
Barricade: *oh my GOD CAN'T YOU PEOPLE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!?*
Vitriol: *y'know what, this is too good to pass up, live feed to da Boss 8DDD*
Sparkshield: *Oh stoppit with the foreplay boi XD* *Will chuck you over her shoulder like a bundle'a cable*
Warbird: *........WTF IS GOING ON*
Swifthunt: *very, very tightly* I can restrain him and carry him, medic.
Barricade: *oh come ON*
Diane: *Ask the one sending me dirty texts!*
Perseco: *doesn't seem like it, but is watching Swift very closely*
Sparkshield: *Get yer facts straight before you go accusing, flyboi* 'salright, I got him. *Comes with her own restraints, ain't she thoughtful? 83 <3*
Sparkshield: *is gonna fix Cade up then tuck him back in his cell when she's done*
Silver Spark: *is done working for today, he feels.... senses some interesting mechs and femmes about*
Fireblast: *hates brigs, hates them so much*
Swifthunt: *cannot abide it, cannot abide the sight of it, stalks up and out and prowls the perimeter, panting lowly*
Galeforce: *Keeps order in Swifthunt's stead, knowing the other's distaste for medics*
Silver Spark: *on a whim, goes down to the brig area to see who's down there.... anyone he knows?*
Swifthunt: *is.going.to.shoot.something. Hopefully not someone*
Vitriol: *yes. Me and my AXE and my very BAD MOOD* CAN I HELP YOU?
Galeforce: Back to your room, Silver Spark. This need not concern you. *Looks up* This is your only warning.
Fireblast: *continues sitting there her head ducked down*
Perforate: *Rattlerattlerattle*
Silver Spark: *little growl, turns and goes back* *back to his room*
Galeforce: The next time I see you down here, you will find yourself in a cell, since you seem so eager to visit.
Vitriol: *is going to find whoever's doing that PITBORN rattling noise and put an AXE up their AFT*
Fireblast: *gets up and moves further back into the cell*
Perforate: *You'll have to find me first* *Has no idea where he is*
Galeforce: *Makes a tactful suggestion that the femmes be released for a rest and recovery period, as they have done a commendable job this day*
Perseco: *still standing by Vit's office, a datapad in her hand* *mutters to herself* I wonder...
Vitriol: *fine, except for the one. She can clean the mess in the Saleen's cell*
Scitale: *ZOMG how HORRIBLE can you get?*
Galeforce: *Has the femme done something exceptional, to be the target of such ire?*
Silver Spark: *other than be an irritating ***** whose complaining kinda turns me on a little?*
Vitriol: *she's a complaining, whining, primma donna, sah*
Silver Spark: *ja, what the cubenazi said*
Galeforce: *No worse than your cantankerous grousing. If you find that to be a crime, clean the cell yourself.*
Perforate: *And she doesn't look where she's going.*
Galeforce: *If character flaws were a crime, this base would be clean from roof to basement, several times over.*
Vitriol: *fine, fine, fiiiiiiiine* *will clean up the mess and THEN go find the source of the rattling and put an axe up its AFT*
Perforate: *Rattlerattle*
Galeforce: *Do keep the peace, somewhat? The General and his mate have retired for the evening--I for one wouldn't care to wake them*
Vitriol: *putting an axe to good use ain't disturbing the peace, Sah*
Perseco: *clears her vox* Excuse me, Vitriol...
Silver Spark: *guess I'll go to sleep then*
Galeforce: *Aye, duty shifts start early*
Vitriol: Ye-Oh -__-
Saprophyte: *already back to her patrols*
Perseco: *deadpan* Don't look so excited. I just have a question or two for you.
Vitriol: Walk while you ask. What is it?
Perforate: *Rattle*
Perseco: *does so* Who was the gent visiting Barricade earlier?
Vitriol: How the Pit should I know? You people come and go like you own the damned place. If it were up to me I'd lock the access doors as well and set up a requisition form for them. *grumbles* You could probably ask a senior officer to check and see if we have any security feeds.
Perseco: *thoughtfully* So he never visited before....you would know....*waves a hand* Don't need to, Erebos got a good look at him.
Vitriol: Then maybe you ought to have your pet spider go about asking the questions -__- I meant an officer might -recognize- him from a security feed.
Perseco: *acidic* Well then why didn't you specify that in the first place? *....... no sleep is definitely getting to her*
Vitriol: Because it ain't your business. We're doing you a courtesy in exchange for a service, girl. -Don't- push your luck.
Perseco: And I'm doing my business. I was -asked- to do a job, and I'm going to perform my duties no matter what is thrown at me here...which, judging by this week alone, is going to be anything and everything
Perforate: *Rattlerattle directly overhead*
Vitriol: *SWINGS his axe that-a-way* @#$%&@!!!
Perseco: OO
Perforate: *Muffled, due to being in that thar vent* . . . Ow. Thank you very much, whoever that is.
Vitriol: *well it's ANNOYING!*
Perseco: *mental note............this one has anger issues*
Vitriol: *-you're- my slagging anger issue, girl* You're slaggin' welcome. The Pit are you doing?
Perforate: . . . I am stuck in here.
Perseco: *Look, if you can't handle one femme........*
Vitriol: *I can handle any femme. I just don't -want- to* Can you stick somethin' out? Arm, leg, anything?
Crucifer: *it's such a lovely night for a walk on the grounds, isn't it, Swift?*
Perforate: *Rattlerattle* *Gonna regret this, is* *Tip of his tongue finds it's way out of a vent grille*
Perseco: ......that one is familiar.
Swifthunt: *.................o.o*
Vitriol: That's nice. *removes the grill, grabs that thar tongue, and PULLS*
Perseco: *steps outta the way*
Perforate: *AUGH!!!* *Stuckstuckstuck-horrible squeal of metal grinding on metal, and suddenly you've got a licker monster flying out of that vent*
Vitriol: *sidesteps and ducks 8D*
Perforate: *Hai thar floor* . . . Thank you for the assistance.
Perseco: *steps over Perf on her way to the exit*
Vitriol: Take some oil with you next time. *continues escorting Perseco onwards*
Vorpal: *sniiiickers at Perf from the other end of the hallway*
Silver Spark: *I can haz head medic?*
Perforate: *Grumbles to himself as he finds his paws*
Silver Spark: *uh, I mean, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
Vitriol: *shaddup, weirdo*
Vorpal: *AUGH, head medic, HIDES*
Galeforce: *Moves to where the psychiatrist is from the upper floor* Madam, would you care for an escort off-base, if your business is through? If it isn't, I can offer a room.
Perforate: *Clicks to himself, and goes about doing his part to aid the Decepticon cause*
Perseco: My business is never over with but I think it's best I left the base for now.
Galeforce: As you like. Vitriol, thank you for your assistance. You may return to your duties.
Perseco: *Evals are gonna be real for with you..........*
Perforate: *Lookin' forward to it...*
Vitriol: Yassuh. *heads back to his lovely, underground burrow*
Erebos: *left lil’ filaments all over the place for you to run into oooo3oooo *
Galeforce: *...why, you cursed little drone, I'll be the one that has to deal with that mayhem*
Vitriol: *will take a Primusdamned FLAMETHROWER to 'em*
Erebos: * <3333 *
Swifthunt: *doesn't care, doesn't care anymore at this moment, tramples his way past the damned medic and sprints into the Base and down the stairs, signal cloaked and comm. off*
Crucifer: *he's so cute all indignant like that*
