Log edited with Logedit 2.6.9pl on Wed Sep 24 10:44:41 EDT 1997 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Ultra Magnus says, "All available Earth Autobots please report to the Lobby within Metroplex." Ultra Magnus nods his heard toward Processor. "Thank you for you suggestions, Processor," he says. "They will be given particular attention, and I encourage you to bring them up with discussion in the lobby." Ultra Magnus turns and steps toward the doors. You move west to the Main Lobby - First Floor... Main Lobby - First Floor Processor enters from the Command Center to the east. Processor looks around, then sits on the floor, his head going down as the plate with the autobot symbol folds down revealing a monitor, it comes up and out, his legs connect together, and his arms fold upwards, the keyboard moving slightly off of his left arm, as he finishes his transformation into a Main Frame Computer. The main frame computer splits almost in half, the monitor folds down as it stands, the keyboard moving and connecting with the left arm, the monitor folding into the body, a strong plate with the autobot symbol comes up to protect it, and a head coming up as the transformation completes. Processor now stands before you. Sky Lynx arrives from the Security Checkpoint to the west. Silverbolt arrives from the Security Checkpoint to the west. Ultra Magnus smiles as he sees Sky Lynx enter the lobby. "Greetings, old friend." he says. He quickly follows that greeting with a nod to Silverbolt as well. Silverbolt enters quietly and solemly Dice arrives from the Security Checkpoint to the west. Dice nods and hobbles along, looking like something the cat brought in subsequently up. Silverbolt says, "greetings Ultra Magnus"" Dice nods to Ultra Magnus, "Reporting in, sir...", she groans and slumps down to a sitting position. Springer enters from the Barracks to the north. Processor stands next to UM, watching everyone enter, and says, "Greetings all." Sky Lynx nods solemnly to Ultra Magnus, not looking to be in his usual chipper mood for obvious reasons. Ultra Magnus nods toward Dice and Springer. "Welcome." Dice sighs a bit and gives SL a "thumbs up". Bluestreak enters from the Repair Bay to the south. Dice nods to UM from her now sitting position, "Thanks sir...". Processor nods to Bluestreak. Ultra Magnus nods in silent greeting to Bluestreak. Bluestreak nods agreeting to those already gathered, taking his place amongst them. Eyespy arrives from the Security Checkpoint to the west. Eyespy wings his way in. Centurion enters through the sliding doors of the Mausoleum. Centurion limps into the area using a plastisteel girder like a giant crutch. Ultra Magnus waits to see if a few more Autobots will arrive. After several minutes, he slowly walks toward the center of the massive room, pivoting his stance as he glances into the optics of all present. His blue optics look worn and tired, yet still glow brightly. Stepping forward, he begins to speak in a calm and reserved tone. "My fellow Autobots," he begins, "the events of the past few weeks have placed us in quite a predicament. First, we lost our allies the humans to negligence in addition to careful manipulation by the Decepticons. We were forced to relocate this proud complex from its position within San Francisco to these dark caves." Sludge enters from the Repair Bay to the south. Processor nods to Magnus' words, listening. Eyespy perches on prosessor. The proud city commander attempts to straighten his posture as he prepares himself mentally for what he is about to say. "With the execution of Rodimus Prime, the Decepticons have continued to swing this war back into their favor." Ultra Magnus slowly looks around the room again. "Yes," he says, "Rodimus Prime is dead...we have once again lost a great and heroic leader, but this one had not even lived to his fullest potential." The saddness in his expression is complete, but he continues, "Without either a leader of the Autobot Matrix of Leadership, we must reevaluate our status. We need our cohesiveness now more than ever before. Made the temporary commander as a result of Rodimus's incarceration, I have asked all of you here for an open forum about your thoughts and opinions about where things should lead from here." The med bay doors open, revealing a quite beat up Sludge, his armor torn in rents, most of his metal plating dented badly and mangled. Even so, his optics glow a soft blue as he looks over the assembled Autobots who are facing Magnus and listening. Processor optics dim as he hears Magnus say that Rodimus is gone, but says nothing. Eyespy hangs his avian head. Ultra Magnus pauses as he look down at his hands. "Rodimus confided in me several weeks ago about a premonition delivered to him by the Matrix," he says. "With that unconfirmed foresight, he felt he needed to warn me should anything actually happen. Unfortunately, those fears *have* been confirmed...in their fullest extent. Rodimus asked me to take his place as Autobot commander if anything should result in his inability to lead us." The optics of Ultra Magnus flicker to a dim blue hue. Processor listens intently to the new information, and hums lightly as he stores it. Sludge steps away from the repair bay doors, letting them close quietly behind him as he makes his way towards the gathering, limping on a bad leg, though his face is determined. His glance runs across the crowd assembled, and he moves to stand near Flashback, still listening to Magnus. Sky Lynx's claws sink deeply into the metal floor as he forcefully tries to keep his composure. Ramhorn charges into the room, ready for a fight. Ultra Magnus says, "Autobots," says the city commander, "I have felt the mantle of leadership before...it did not fit me at that time. It was because of me that the Matrix was lost to the Decepticons that initial time." Ultra Magnus clasps his hands gently behind his back. "The Matrix is an invaluable artifact that is deeply involved with the history of the Autobots. However, it alone is not what determines who leads us."" Silverbolt's optics seem hazed over and blank as he listens on to Ultra Magnus's Words Ramhorn looks about at everyone, he stays quiet. Processor nods, as if knowing what the next words Magnus will say, and already has an answer prepared. Ultra Magnus begins to pace slowly around the center of the lobby. His gaze moves around the room, then stops as it falls on Sky Lynx. Ultra Magnus pauses before continuing. "Some time ago, we were visited by several Autobots from the future. I know many of you may still have lingering concerns about what happened during the ensuing months, but we have worked to get past those. However, my point is that in the future, the Autobots were forced to continue without the guidance of the Matrix. We cannot allow its loss to bring us down, but rather to serve as a driving force to push us forward." Sky Lynx says, "I gave the order ..." Dice is listening to all this, but is shaking her head, gently, as if something is not being computed. Sky Lynx stiffens a little, "It was under my order that the Matrix was left behind. We had Rodimus and his life was what was paramount at the time ... " He pauses a bit, "THe matrix is an artifact steeped in Autobot history but no artifact is worth a life ... it was not the matrix that leads us, it was ROdimus Prime ... I do not regret my actions .. " Sludge's gaze goes over to Sky Lynx understandingly, and with sorrow. He tries to catch the dino-bird's gaze for a moment and nod to him in understanding.. and determination. Dice nods to Sky Lynx, finally someone saying something she can really relate to. Processor looks at Sky Lynx, not saying a word. Ultra Magnus stops and nods his head toward Sky Lynx. "I understand, my friend. You were not ...well, and the actions that occurred during that time cannot be easily overlooked." Flashback enters through the sliding doors of the Mausoleum. A silvery flash makes its way from the Mausoleum, skirting around the large gathering, to some spot half-hidden by shadow. Ultra Magnus's voice seems to suddenly become somewhat more confident. "It is not the Matrix which led the Autobots in the past, but rather the leadership of individuals in conjunction with the guidance of the powers of the Matrix." Ultra Magnus stops pacing and says, "I do not possess the Matrix. I have not performed well when acting as our leader in the past. However, Rodimus Prime, in addition to many among you, always showed a strong confidence in me. I have neglected that, negligently refusing to see it for myself. It cannot be unfounded, and if there is such a devout feeling regarding my abilities, I feel that it is my duty to assume my role as the new commander of the Autobots." Sludge moves to stand towards the front of the crowd, unusually quiet, though his presence can hardly be missed as he listens attentively. Flashback looks for a place to stand, finally blurring towards Springer--in whose shadow she quietly places herself. Dice looks like she wanted to ask something, but wisely keeps her helmet shut. Ramhorn grumbles to himself, so quietly as not to be heard by anyone else, but in his mind is a fury you don't want to tangle with. Processor looks at Magnus, and says without warning, "I will follow your lead, for I have faith in you, as Rodimus did." Flashback's optics peer out, luminous from the shadows, her silver features quietly drawn as she watches Magnus. Ultra Magnus's posture seems to relax slightly. "I am not any more an Autobot than the rest of you, however," he says, "and I want to know from you reactions about my assertion as well as general opinions about where we stand." Flashback smiles slightly as she watches the larger bot, almost encouragingly, though she doubts she can be seen. Dice composes herself, then looks at UM, "I only need to know one single thing. As do ALL here. Do you believe in ultimate victory under your command? It is not meant to doubt it, it is a straight question.". Legend enters through the sliding doors of the Mausoleum. Legend steps out of the mausoleum, looking more tranquil that he did earlier. Flashback, seeking a better view, moves among the larger bodies. She moves from shadow-to-shadow, as if hop-skotching her way along, finally coming to rest just behind Sludge. Ultra Magnus smiles politely to Dice. "I cannot guarantee ultimate victory," he says in a calm voice, "but neither can any of the rest of us. All we can do is fight valienty as Autobots have done for millenia. This course of events has truly changed the perspective with which we must work. 'Victory' is such a complex label to assign to the outcome of any battle, but regardless, I am confident it is one which we shall once again affix to Autobot history." Sludge steps forward silently, his knees buckling for a moment as he almost tumbles down, catching himself at the last minute. Slowly, he raises himself up to his full height and steps up to Magnus, looking directly at him, quietly, his optics burning deeply. Flashback clears her throat, her smaller voice piping from the Dinobot's shadow, '...sir?" Dice nods, "I don't ask for guarantees. I ask for faith. If you have that, and it seems you do, I will support you unconditionally.". Dice groans, mumbling, "For........helmet....useful...", as she sits down and falls quiet. Sky Lynx shuffles a bit, then quietly holds out his paw, he chants out an anchient cybertronian declaration of allegiance that very few Autobots under the age of 4 million would undersstand it would equate to "My Blood is your blood" in modern language then he speaks in a more modern tone, "TIll all are one, my commander, my friend, my brother ... " Arcee enters from the Barracks to the north. Dice nods, looking at Sky Lynx, then at UM, "Till all are one!". Legend says, "The victors of a battle are those who survive it. In our war, all of us who survive to each new battle is a victor, and much sorrier sorts for having made it, I'm afraid." Flashback's optics shift, then return upward, waiting quietly. Arcee makes her way in hurridly, attempting not to be noticed as being late. Skimmer enters from the Repair Bay to the south. Ultra Magnus nods his head toward Dice. He looks to his shoulder, and stares at the bright red Autobot insignia emblazoned upon it. "I wear this symbol just as I have for thousands of vorns," he says, "and there is no greater symbol of pride and honor in the universe. The ideals for which it stands are not simple, nor are they easily explained. They do exist, however, and as any Autobot, I am strongly dedicated to seeing to it they are not extinguished by the treacherous activities of forces of evil." Skimmer walks in stretchin' and yawnin' like he's seen humans do.. Flashback pipes up again, somewhat louder, "...sir?" Legend looks curiously at Sky Lynx, not aware he remembered such old chants. Sludge's optics bore into Ultra Magnus as he simply stands before the Autobot Commander now, Flashback almost right behind him. Dice stands up again, saluting, "Those are ideals I am willing to die for, Commander. I support you.". Skimmer arches his optics.. "Ahmm m sorry I'm late Ultra Magnus looks into the optics of Sludge, then shows a smile of thanks to Sky Lynx. "I appreciate your kind words, good friend." Flashback frowns for a moment, then her expression clears, as if struck by inspiration. She tries a different tactic. "...Ultra Magnus?" Skimmer looks around.. "what did I miss? Centurion looks over at Flashback as she speaks and sighs profoundly, at least happy to see her before looking back to Magnus. Skimmer walks towards Lynxx.. "mind tellin' me what speech did I miss? Ultra Magnus looks over toward Flashback and nods his head. "Yes, Flashback?" he asks. Flashback steps forward a bit, somewhat haltingly, face upturned as she queries, "...Are you going to like the job?" The gild of her tone upon the words suggests that she thinks this is, apparently, something very important indeed. Sky Lynx looks annoyidly at Skimmer, "Yes I do." Arcee glances over at anyone else arriving late, listening intently. Skimmer shrugs... "Very well then I'll just wait fer the minutes of this meetin' Skimmer easily steps away and sits down on the side of computer.. waitin' fer the meetin' to continue.. Flashback gazes at him patiently, as if her own faith hangs on this reply. Ultra Magnus replies to Flashback, "I understand very well your concerns. The events of the past years comprise some very unique experiences. I have often neglected to take notice of what others saw in me." He tries to smile as he continues, "I will not like the job, as my having means it is not being held by one chosen by ...other consequences." Processor just stands there looking at Magnus, and looking like a human pirate as he has Eyespy pirched on his shoulder. Springer leans against the wall and watches Magnus quietly, a sort of serious expression on his face. Flashback's mouth turn down somewhat at the corners, turning over these words in her own way, and she nods quietly. It's unlcear what she might think of the answer, but she accepts it without protest or comment, merely smiling and slipping back into Sludge's shadow. Sludge slowly draws his sword from sucspace, holding it out at Ultra Magnus for a minute. He then turns it blade down and drives it into the floor, faltering slightly, looking like that took a lot of strength out of him. In his deep voice, he utters out, "Sludge help Magnus stomp Cons good.." Flashback's optics follow Sludge's movements, as if realizing the magnitude of this gesture. Skimmer looks around perhaps lookin' fer someone who doesn't seem to be soo serious and would tell him what's gone past.. o O(Hmm perhaps SilverBolt) Skimmer cocks his head and not bein' able to see the lower part of his face, one can only guess that he's smilin' at Sludge and his simple way.. Ultra Magnus looks toward the Dinobot with surprise. "Thank you, Sludge. I hope the other Dinobots echo your sentiments." Sludge nods weariedly as his optics flicker and go dark, the large Dinobot suddenly collapsingforwards, crashing down to the floor. Skimmer hops of the side of the computer and usin' his small size easily walks inbetween the 'bots to Silverbolt.. Processor continues watching Magnus, studying, and thinking. Processor quickly moves to Sludge. Skimmer stops suddenly before he reaches Silver and looks at Sludge.. "ahmm somethin's NOt right Processor pulls out a scanner and runs it over Sludge. Flashback makes a sound of alarm, dashing up beside Sludge. Centurion turns in his seat and grasps his girder, pushing down on the ground with it to come to his feet, and limps over towards Sludge's form. Skimmer looks curiously at Sludge and then continues towards Silverbolt.. Flashback tries to tug at one of the great arms, optics flashing to Processor. "Fix, please," she blurts anxiously. Silverbolt leans down and looks at Sludge Dice stands up, "Sludge, big guy? You need a hand?". Skimmer taps the side of Silverbolt he can reach since he can't reach the shoulders.. "ahmm can we talk? Processor looks up at Magnus, "Commander, if you would kindly roll him on his back for me....." Ultra Magnus quickly rushes to Sludge's side. He looks at the Dinobot and places a hand on him. "Please, don't push yourself too hard." Ultra Magnus smiles and says half-jokingly, "There will be plenty of time to 'bash cepticons' later." Silverbolt turns his head to see Skimmer tapping on his shoulder "Sure...can it wait for a short while though?"...He does not sound angry, but does sound a bit upset with what has just happened Flashback puts all her strength into tugging at the Dinobot's arm, budging it precisely 1.5 inches. Skimmer nods.. and steps back.. "watchin' the 'bots clutter over Sludge and wonders to himself..o O(shouldn't we give him some space to recover?) Processor looks at everyone crowded around Sludge, "If you are not a medic, please stand back." Ultra Magnus nods toward Processor and kneels on the other side of Sludge. He slips his arms under the Dinobot and gently rolls him to the side. Centurion takes a few steps backwards, though his legs have yet to re-master forward movement and he nearly falls as he moves. Flashback leans her back against Sludge, making a visible effort in getting him moved, although she doesn't appear to have any actual physical effect. Processor quickly opens up Sludge's chestplate and looks inside, his head could obviously fit inside with room to spare. Skimmer stands away from the Autobots and looks down impassionately at Sludge.. "So he overworked himself? A small pool of energon is underneath Sludge as he gets turned, the energon leaking out of various tears, his optics still dark. Dice keeps ready to do whatever is needed...if anything.". Processor reaches his hands and arms all the way inside of Sludge, and starts moving them. Flashback draws back, jaw somewhat agape as she watches this. "Hurryhurryhurry!", she pipes in sudden alarm. Silverbolt steps back and gives Processor some room Processor looks up at Flashback, his work continuing, "You are the fastest here, go get me some energon." Arcee's optics widen considerably in surprise, moving a bit closer to see what exactly is going on. Springer says in a concerned tone, "He'll be okay?" Flashback nods shortly, her form rising to her feet. She breaks away in a sudden blur of green and silver... Flashback leaves to the Repair Bay to the south. Flashback enters from the Repair Bay to the south. Processor adjusts the energon feed, then makes a repair on one of the lines, he then looks back up looking at Flashback, "Well?" Flashback streaks out of the repair bay, her arms full of...well, something. It looks like two dozen ice-cube sized energon cubes. Ultra Magnus says calmly, "Can you get him to the repair bay?" Flashback skids to her knees in a rather akward halt beside PRocessor, sparks flying beneath her shins. Flashback says, "Thisgoodenoughyeah?" Arcee glances toward Springer, shaking her head toward the gathering and not wishing to be in the way. She doesn't volunteer to go to med-bay though, almost acting as though she didn't hear that particular request. Dice nods, "Commander, you carry his legs, I'll take one arm and someone else take the other. We'll get him ther then. Processor shrugs, "No I cannot, he is to heavy for me, but once I get this done he should be fine with rest." Dice nods to Processor, "Ookay...nooo problem.", she stands back and smiles (?) (how does she do that with no face?) Processor takes the energon and starts feeding it to the lines in Sludge, as he looks at Dice, "Negative Dice, you are injured as well." Flashback eyes Processor, quaking impatiently. She makes an indescribable sound, halfway between an annoyed whine, and a grunt for him to actually do something. Flashback squirms a bit closer, giving him better access to the small cubes. Processor makes some motions inside of Sludge, and looks at his optics, "Sludge, you hear me?" Ultra Magnus nods and strains as he attemps to assist in moving the massive body of Sludge. Dice grimasses at Processor, "Damned...I keep forgetting, thanks for reminding me.", she says....hmmm, was that sarcasm. Springer looks at Arcee and gives her that "What can I do?" look. Dice hangs her head and sits down. Sludge's right hand moves slightly, though his optics stay darkened. Legend leaves to the Repair Bay to the south. Processor reaches in and makes a few more motions, "Come on buddy, light them optics for me." Flashback tries to free one arm from the quickly diminishing pile of energon cubes. She 'pets' Sludge's head a bit, trying to peer down into his optics. "Sludge? Please wake up, huh? Yeah? Sludge?" Sludge shifts slightly as his optics come online and he grunts, his voice laced with supressed pain, "Sludge think he need fix.." Flashback lets out a sudden breath, looking up to Processor. "...Who can carry him n'side?" Processor chuckles politely, "That you do big friend, that you do.. Magnus, Springer, take Sludge into the Medbay." Flashback balances the remainder of the cubes, carefully skirting back to give them room. Ultra Magnus looks over to Springer and nods his head as he struggles to lift Sludge to drag him into the repair bay. Skimmer watches from the sideline.. Flashback rises, dropping a cube or two, and hurries after the two bots acting as stretcher to her friend. Springer walks over to Sludge and Magnus and kneels down, bending with the legs, while he reaches out to get a good grip on Sludge's arm. "Okay, lets go." Dice just sits down and feels rotten about being wounded. Processor watches Magnus and Springer work with Sludge, and chuckles politely as his system hums softly. Centurion watches the procession leave and sighs, shaking his head and heading up towards the second floor. Centurion moves upward. Processor softly says, "Sludge when you are feeling better I would like to listen to some more of your stories." Processor leads the way into medbay, preparing things when he gets in. Ramhorn snorts, and walks out, without a word... Ultra Magnus, with Springer's help, heaves Sludge from the ground and carries him into the Repair Bay. Processor leaves to the Repair Bay to the south. Ramhorn leaves to the Command Center to the east. Flashback leaves to the Repair Bay to the south. You can't pick that up. Silverbolt watchs UM and Springer carry Sludge to the Medbay, staying back so as not to get in the way Sludge leaves to the Repair Bay to the south. Springer grunts slightly. "Someone needs to lose weight." Springer leaves to the Repair Bay to the south. You move south to the Repair Bay... Repair Bay Processor motions politely to a table. Mecha-Whiz oos, walking dead. Dice enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. Ultra Magnus lumbers into the repair bay along with Springer. Carrying Sludge, the two Autobots look quite strainged, yet they manage to maneuver their way over to a table and heave the dinobot onto it. Flashback begins chattering at Mecha-Whiz, wagging a silver finger at her until it is a blur of motion, "Yousaidyouweregoingtofixhimyoucan'tjustlethimwalkoutofherenowlookwhathappenedyoumademestaywhycouldn'tyoumakehimstaytoo, huh, huh, huh??" Rodimus lies there like a grotesque centerpiece. Mecha-Whiz replies blankly, "He is much larger than you." Processor activates a forcefield, effectively locking Sludge to the table, "You are confined to the table until you are better." Springer glances at Flashback. "Huh is right." Flashback, trembling in a mixture of nervousness and outright ire, flashes her optics back at Springer. She weighs his tone and expression, as if testing him for sarcasm. Processor turns to Flashback, "It would be like myself trying to contain Magnus, it is feasibly impossible to do so." Ultra Magnus stares at the body of Rodimus Prime. He holds his gaze on it as he asks the medics, "How bad is Sludge's condition?" Dice walks over to the body of Rodimus and stands next to it...what the hell is she doing? Oh...she's standing honourguard it seems... Sludge looks up at Processor and nods weariedly, "Sludge no think could move much, even if felt Sludge could.." Springer nods to Magnus, helping him with Sludge. He brushes his hands afterwards. Legend watches the little femme's tantrum sadly/ Processor nods to Sludge, "This is only to make sure you dont big guy, Just rest, Im sure Flashback will give you good company." Flashback bristles, stalking in a wide circle around Sludge. She fires her scolding prattle at him, occasionally making a broad, sweeping gesture with her arms. It's difficult to pick out anything she's saying, although you get the feeling Sludge is being chided pretty enthusiastically." Mecha-Whiz remains in a half-prepared position, still looking blank, possibly from the lack of direct suggestions for what to do. Processor looks back at Sludge, "Oops, I think I spoke to early. Maybe it will get better." Sludge looks first at Processor and nods before just watching Flashback silently, his optics following her since he can't move all that well. Processor turns back to Mecha-Whiz, nods politely, then turns to Magnus, "Commander?" Centurion enters from the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. Centurion limps into the area using a plastisteel girder like a giant crutch. Springer watches Flashback. "That's good company?" he says, stepping away from Sludge. He heads towards the doors, optics occasionally falling on Rodimus from time to time. Flashback sets her hands at her hips, then throws them upwards, then stalks around to Sludge's other side, chattering all the while. You haer the words 'badbadbadbad' and 'repair' and 'stay put' being whirled around, but it's hard to tell in precisely what context she's using them. Ultra Magnus seems to jolt as he quickly looks toward Processor, "Huh?" Processor continues looking at Magnus, and states, "Flashback, take it easy on him, it wasnt that bad." Processor answers Magnus, "Are we going to continue the discussion in here, or go back out?" Flashback's diatribe comes to a sudden halt, optics shutter-blinking as she peers at Processor. She seems about to go off again, then finally lets out a sigh--perhaps having already gone through every scolding word in her vocabulary. "Yes, sir," she replies cautiously. Springer says, "Maybe we should go back out." Mecha-Whiz walks resolutely over toward Ultra Magnus. "Sir. I have made an assessment of the current medical situation and believe I have a recommendation to make." Flashback's foot takes up a rapid, rattling tapping against the ground. Legend rests his head in his palm, having hoped to have escaped the others for some quiet repairs. Centurion limps into the area and spots Flashback. He begins walking towards her, still supporting his weight with the girder. Ultra Magnus turns to face Processor and nods his head. "Indeed we should," he says. "The medics need to be left to do their work." Glancing toward Mecha-Whiz, Ultra Magnus says, "Please go ahead and issue your recommendation." Flashback's optics catch sight of yet another hulking form in the vicinity--Centurion's--and her expression tenses a bit. Folding her arms sharply beneath her chest chassis, she peers at him in a sad expression of anger. Mecha-Whiz says, "The head of a division sets the tone for those under her command. My creator is not in the position to set the tone for this medical division. Recommend relieving her of command until she has recovered from her state of shock." Centurion approaches and stops, leaning heavily on the girder before sighing, then leans over to whisper to her. Flashback almost leans away, looking greatly embarassed about something, but she holds still long enough to catch the words. Processor turns to Mecha-Whiz, about to say something but stops himself, and looks at Magnus. Flashback's gaze rolls up at him again, hurt clear on her features. She wonders aloud, if quietly, "...Are you going to try to humiliate me again? I'd like to be prepared this time..." Springer listens in on the conversation with Mecha-Whiz and Magnus. "Hey, Magnus, Ms. Personality there's probably right. She does seem a little more out of it than usual." Ultra Magnus nods toward Mecha-Whiz. "Already noted..." he says. Looking toward Sludge, Ultra Magnus says to Mecha-Whiz, "My announcements were cut short." Centurion shakes his head and sighs again, looking at the ground, before speaking a short sentence of a few syllables. Dice leaves to the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. Flashback bites her lip, eyeing him unhappily, then sighs. The slender shoulders drop, as if dragged down by a much greater weight than their accustomed to. Flashback looks towards Sludge, conferring with him first. "...Sludge...you gonna be OK for a few minutes?" Processor turns to Mecha-Whiz and nods his head politely, then heads for the door to the lobby. Processor leaves to the Main Lobby - First Floor to the north. Mecha-Whiz has delivered her message and turns back to the rest of the room. "Who is in need of repairs at this time?" Flashback indicates Sludge without pause. Ultra Magnus quietly steps toward the doors to the lobby, allowing the medics to do their work. Legend raises a hand, reluctantly. Sludge's head turns to nod at Flashback, "Sludge be okay." Flashback leans down, bumping her forehead against Sludge's in an odd gesture of compassion. You move north to the Main Lobby - First Floor... Main Lobby - First Floor Skimmer shrugs at silver's comment.. "well he's the leader.. We'll just play "follow the Leader" Hot Spot nods solemnly to Magnus. Processor looks back down at the floor, humming softly as he continues his thoughts. Centurion enters from the Repair Bay to the south. Centurion limps into the area using a plastisteel girder like a giant crutch. Ramhorn glances over at Magnus as he enters, and nods...barely. Flashback enters from the Repair Bay to the south. Centurion moves upward. Arcee frowns a bit, waiting for the reply. Springer enters from the Repair Bay to the south. Flashback trails after Centurion, eyeing the group in what looks like embarassment before she heads upwards. Flashback moves upward. Ultra Magnus steps out from the repair bay. Glancing around the room, he looks somewhat uncomfortable as he nods to the gathered Autobots. Processor optics dim softly has he is thinking. Skimmer looks at the large crowd that has just returned and seems to be uncomfortable.. Skimmer looks around.. "place is gettin' to damn crowded Springer says, "Knock a few walls down." Processor optics brighten again as he looks back up, and notices Magnus, "You should continue, Magnus." Ultra Magnus hesitatingly looks around the lobby. "I wanted to bring all of us here to discuss things openly...is there anything any of you would like to contribute to the forum?" Processor nods to Magnus, "Affirmative." Hot Spot hrms, then speaks up, "Ya hear 'bout what's goin' on with the moon?" Ultra Magnus replies to Hot Spot, "No, I have not...what's happening there?" Skimmer stands aside from the crowd just close 'nough to listen to the coversation though.. Silverbolt listens intently to what Hot Spot is saying Springer crosses his arms and stares at Ultra Magnus. Processor continues looking at Magnus, politely waiting to be recognized, but listening to Hot Spot. Hot Spot shakes his head. "I know we've all got problems... but that doesn't mean we can ignore what's goin' on topside. Some scientist fella says there's a new moonbase with a big gun pointin' at guess where." Silverbolt glances to Processor "Can you bring up the news files and find this information Processor?" Silverbolt says, "or confirm it even?" Silverbolt glances to Processor "Can you bring up the news files and find this information Processor?" Silverbolt says, "or confirm it even?" Hot Spot glances around the room. "Nobody in for a guessin' game?" Hot Spot shakes his head gain and sighs, "It's pointin' at Con Central. Brussels." You receive a powerful long range radio message from Hack. It reads: "Neay Neay Neay" Ultra Magnus blinks toward Hot Spot. "What is its origin of construction?" Silverbolt sighs a bit heavily "Well, I would gather the big gun is pointed towards Earth, perhaps the US?" Skimmer says, "Perhaps we better launch a strike to take it out soon" Hot Spot says, "Not of Earth origin, that's for sure. The astronomer says it looks like a battle fortress of some type. But he's not sure if it's ours or theirs or none of the above." Ultra Magnus says calmly, "Why don't we try finding out a little more information before trying to blow it up, okay?" Springer says, "Battle fortress?" Silverbolt thinks "a battle fortress...it almost sounds like...Trypticon."...he sounds uncomfortable at the thought Skimmer nods.. "I agree maybe I can volunteer for the job Hot Spot ponders a moment, then says, "Where's Cosmos when you really need him?" Silverbolt say uncomfortabley "If that is the case, and it indeed -is- Trypticon, we could have our hands full with a BIG problem" Springer says, "Put a little sugar in his fuel lines. No, wait, a lot of sugar." Hot Spot says, "Processor, ya know where Trypticon is right now?" Ultra Magnus nods his head emphatically toward Silverbolt. "Indeed," he says. Glancing to Sky Lynx, Ultra Magnus asks, "Can you try to determine anything about what that citadel may be?" Rodimus-OOC enters from the Repair Bay to the south. Springer says, "Okay, a ton of sugar...." Skimmer sighs..o O( This is whay i don't like large crowds.. I'm too small to be heard) Skimmer turns towards eyespy..o O(Poor fella must be sufferin' 100 times what I go through) Rodimus-OOC . o O (I'm dead, can't get much worse than that) Skimmer looks around.. "So what are we discussin' right now a counter atack plan? Somethin' productive? Jetfire enters from the Command Center to the east. Whiz enters from the Command Center to the east. Whiz wanders into the room to see if anything interesting is happening. Whiz is half-running in Jetfire's wake, just to keep up with his much longer strides. Jetfire nods rapidly as he walks by, large strides, loud clangs. Jetfire leaves to the Security Checkpoint to the west. Whiz hops along behind without really noticing anything else, so intent on her mission. Whiz leaves to the Security Checkpoint to the west. Ultra Magnus says calmly, "I hope to lead you well, Autobots, and we certainly have a long list of tasks which need to be given immediate attention. I am going to try to determine what I can about this location on the moon. It is imperative that we work as covertly as possible in anything we do, so please do not go to the surface unless you ahve receive approval from a commanding officer." Scamper arrives from the Security Checkpoint to the west. Scamper walks into the area. Ultra Magnus looks around the room. "Please bring any concerns or general opinions to me and I will try to address them as appropriately as possible. For now, however, I would like a few hours to myself. If I am needed, please deliver to me a communique with urgent status." Skimmer sighs at Ultra's words.. "Cooped up.. Scamper walks in and looks around. Processor looks at Magnus, "I wish to state a few things when you are done, but first I want to listen", then walks over to the Teletran Two link, and plugs into it. Processor hums softly as data scrolls across the access screen of Teletran Two at a high speed. Ultra Magnus quietly turns and steps onto the gravlift. You move upward... Main Lobby - Second Floor(#372 RntN) ---------------------LOG ENDS - STATISTICS----------------