Welcome to EDC HQ



2k5 3 - Wednesday, October 17, 2012, 7:35 PM

 Sideswipe says, "Pug, can't you let me out of here?"

 Repugnus says, "Why should I?"

 Sideswipe says, "Uhm...cause I'm bored?"

 Repugnus says, "Well, I'm bored, too! Do something that amuses me. DO IT NOW!"

 Velum says, "Trust me, you don't wanna go, Sideswipe."

Lars Daalgard has arrived.

 Repugnus is yelling something at someone else in the room with him. "Leave me alone, Doubletake! I'll yell at subordinates and make them humiliate themselves if I wanna! Yes I will! Yes I will!"

 Sideswipe says, "Fine." He begins to sing, "I'm a lumberjack and I'm ok, I sleep all night and I work all day..."

 Velum says, "Oi.."

EDC HQ - Shuttle Control - 

Of all the EDC HQ satellite bases, Area 51 shows the least amount of change from its previous state. Area 51, smack in the middle of the blazing Nevada heat, contains numerous above ground facilities and three Cybertonium landing strips. From the ground, Earth Defense Command shuttlecraft and other aerospace vehicles can be seen taking off and landing at all hours of the day. From afar, a powerful cloaking field hides their presence and confuses long range sensors into thinking normal military craft are here. Unlike the other satellite bases, Area 51 does not hide its existence; instead it hides what it truly is. Most believe it still under the control of the United States Air Force.

The base's command center leads directly to the underground GroundBridge terminal connecting it to the rest of EDC HQ, and work with them to monitor the state of all EDC vehicles around the globe. Its defenses are the most conventional of them all, with massive anti-air laser turrets, missile batteries, long range radar dishes, and a whole host of tanks and soldiers here to defend the base.

Contents:

Lars Daalgard

Marissa Faireborn

Laserbeak [Hidden]

Jump Tank 

Apocryphacius 

Obvious exits:

 leads to EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - .

 leads to Area 51.

This room is a shuttle room. You can type '+destinations' to take an auxillary shuttle from here.

 Repugnus says, "Bwahahaha! Yes, dance, my puppet, dance! Ahem. Ah. Okay. I'll let you out for the tour. But only for the tour! Once it's over, straight back to the brig. And don't get yourself in MORE trouble. I'm trying REALLY hard to improve my rep, and if you screw this up, that all goes down the toilet! That means you'll have worse things to worry about than Scattershot being mad at you, mister!"

From a distance, the Area 51 Air Force Base looks as abandoned and desolate as it normally does on a bright sunny day. Upon approaching, one might start to wonder whether First Aid and Cross had given them the right coordinatoes, or if perhaps the General had developed a sense of humour within the past week. But once passing through the invisible holographic field, Area 51 comes to life, with ranks of soldiers out jogging around the suddenly high tech hangars, Terran shuttles taking off and landing, and hover-jeeps and tanks circling about on a constant patrol.

In front of the main hangar, First Aid paces back and forth nervously. These past few day have been playing havoc on his trust levels of his 'friend' and 'ally' Franklin Cross. Working with Quints? Trying to poison Cybertron?! Is it possible Franklin Cross doens't really care about baby turbofoxes -at all-?! Either way, just behind First Aid is a table with a full spread of sweet snacks, including catered sandwiches, veggies and dip, crackers, cookies, coffee, apple juice, and motor oil. (the motor oil is for any Autobots).

<Autobot> Sideswipe says, "Yeah! Sounds good to me.  Need to feel the road under my wheels....just send me directions and I'll be on my way."

<Autobot> Repugnus says, "Right, I'll upload it into your head... Oh, wait, that's a videotaping of a live disection of a pig. Woops, awkward! Hold on... There, your coordinates!"

<Autobot> First Aid says, "As much as I hate to say it, it might be useful for Autobot warriors to get to know this place."

Lars Daalgard doesn't concern himself with the snacks- he knows the EDC has no shortage of snack specialists. He's more concerned with the Quintesson and its gaggle of waddling, wall-eyed robot monsters. Perhaps its species feels more comfortable surrounded by shark robots.

Laserbeak has been doing long range recon on the EDC unsurprisingly. Since news of the Quintesson assistance, he's been working non-stop, barely having any arm-perching time, or energon snacks. The hologram hadn't fooled him fully, he knew something was up, but it was impossible to learn all the details from the distance he is at. He could detect a lot of activity within the base. Motion sensors weren't so easily fooled. That lead to his first issue....analyzing the EDC's sensor suite, to allow him a closer look. His beady yellow eyes squint as he does his thorough homework before any missteps...

There's almost immediately an incident where an ensign puts some motor oil into his drink, and, thankfully, a few others notice this and nearly flip their s*$# as they quickly intercept him before he drinks the stuff. The motor oil is then quickly and clearly labeled as such afterwards. There's probably going to be an incident of an Autobot mistaking the coffee for motor oil later on, but that's less likely to poison him, so, oh well.

Cross, like Lars, isn't too interested in the snakcks and drinks, but this has more to do with his own serious, no-fun demeanor. That said, he doesn't PREVENT anyone from getting snacks, at least. He's not THAT cruel. Anyway, he's milling about near First Aid, looking around the complex. "I must compliment you for the work you achieved with the help of our engineers, First Aid. After the hits we've taken, I'm glad to see that the EDC is finally bouncing back."

Talia McKinley has arrived.

Talia McKinley soars rapidly into range.

Apocryphacius <Wrath Face> has a dopey bunch of Sharkticons following him around and being a nuisance, and it is really ticking him off! He has put different nametags on them so he can keep it sorted which is which, but he's not sure if they actually answer to said names. As one takes up a carafe of coffee, he protests, "Oh, for science's sake, that is /not/ motor oil! Put that down!" but the stupid thing drinks the coffee anyway and then promptly makes a face. He covers his active face with a pair of tentacles and bemoans, "I cannot take you /anywhere/."

Talia opens the cockpit of the VTOL craft and climbs out.

Flying straight at the base might get Laserbeak detected, but then again, what about the things that the EDC is EXPECTING to arrive at the base? For instance, an unmarked black van is driving towards the base at this moment. Maybe they'd take on a hitch-hiker? Or maybe... they'd never know they had one?

Franklin Cross hops out of his jump tank!

Talia McKinley has been here the entire time. Seriously. You know how those humans all look alike to most other species.

Well, that, and almost the first palce she went is the snack table, unlike her more stiff and stern colleagues, and it's with the prizes from such that she wanders back over, already partway through a sandwhich, a cup of coffee in the other hand, and cookies stashed away in her flight jacket pockets for later on the tour. "Com'n y'all, whatcha just standin' there for?" Pauses for another bite. "They didn't skimp none on the refreshments."

Laserbeak turns his head upon hearing another vehicle approach. His optics zoom in on the black van. Tinted windows. Pure EDC Military. He ponders for a moment why the EDC makes itself so obvious with their vehicle choices. With a bit of a smug musing as he takes off, flying low to the ground, Laserbeak answers himself. The same reason Autobots choose old clunker cars. He pointedly ignores the merits of tape-based computers and the like as he maintains a smooth, low speed, careful not to raise any dust trails behind him.

He waits by a hard turn down the way, probably constructed just for the base, the bend is hard enough that the vehicles have to slow to hit the angle properly. As the van turns the corner, he springs into action. Laserbeak hovers over the vehicle for a few brief moments, then transforms into tape mode. The tape hits the top of the van, skitters backwards, then catches on the backside of the van, at that lovely rear-window wiper. The perfect crime.

For those near the base's entrance, a Terran shuttlecraft sits on the tarmac. For any outside the shield, it appears to be a normal US Air Force cargo plane rolling down the runway. It isn't until it takes off and passes thirty kilometres from the base that the holographic shimmering appears and the shuttle's true nature is revealed. Now it's just a normal human shuttle, apparently no-where near any EDC base.

First Aid eyes the Sharkticons following Apocryphacius around suspiciously, fidgeting with his fingers. After some of the things First Aid has seen Sharkticons do, they look a lot less funny. It takes a few moments before he realizes Cross is talking to him, "Huh? Oh, the base. Yes, thank you, we're all really proud of it." So why does First Aid keep getting horrible visions of Autobot soldiers laying siege to the place?

Snapping out of it as Talia introduces the snacks, First Aid steps forward, "Thanks everyone for coming along to see the new and improved EDC HQ. We're really hopeful this takes the EDC into the next generation of technology, allowing them true global coverage. Come on inside."

The hangar doors open, revealing the complex inside. Everything is shiny and new, and soon they reach the first GroundBridge terminal (an EDCer pushes the snack cart). It's a sleek metallic room with an elevated walkway that leads off into nothing. Then First Aid nods to a technician, who pulls a lever on the control panel.

WHOOSH! a swirling mass of energy appears, forming a crude tunnel through space. "So who going in first?" First Aid asks.

Marissa Faireborn had come in with First Aid but had made herself somewhat scarce the moment they'd arrived on base. She had been keeping 'low' since making her appearence at the UN meeting, but she'd been spotted here and there, visiting EDC members in the hospitals, seen talking to members of the UN Council and other members of the higher ups in the military. But was she making waves? It was so hard to tell. So doing the same here, she remains quiet, observing and her distance.

First Aid is really glad to have Marissa here. It is difficult not to look around the room and see only potential enemies now, but Marissa is the one he knows he can count on. As the GroundBridge shimmers in front of the crowd, First Aid idly grabs a cup of motor oil from the snack cart.

"I feels like we should haves an atomic bombs with us in case of Egyptian," Lars asides quietly to Talia, letting some lower-ranks go through the Earthgate before him.

Talia McKinley blinks a couple of times, then lets out a low whistle as the swirling vortex of a gate appears. Followed by a snickering in return to Lars' reference joke. Then a snort as she almost laughs a little too darn. "Dangit man, don't make me snort coffee up my nose."

The driver of the black van is apparently listening to Justin Bieber. Loudly. As long as Laserbeak rides on the van, he will have to hear it, even from the outside of the van. Such is the price of... tyranny?

"I already know that the groundbridge works," Cross says, "So anyone who wants to go first, you'd better say so now." Or maybe he's lying and he has no idea!? Well, anyway, if he heard Lars' joke, Cross wasn't amused by it. Maybe he just didn't get the reference?

Talia McKinley is expecting some sort of 'ladies first' joke to come up first.

Lars Daalgard just goes through it himself, one of the duties of a field officer. Wouldn't want the troops to feel like they were being thrown into something an officer wouldn't do, after all. They get enough of that as it is.

Apocryphacius <Wrath Face> offers, "I could send one of these Sharkticons through if others would find that reassuring. I am still unsure if they are sapient or not." He eyes them dubiously.

First Aid would chuckle at Lars's joke (he got the reference, being a robot from the 80's and 90's, but a Sharkticon stomps past him just in time to remind First Aid where he is. Aid takes a sip of his motor oil as everyone marvels at the GroundBridge, but the animation doesn't make it clear how he does it. "Don't worry, it's perfectly safe," he confirms for Franklin. "I think you'll find th-" WHOOSH! Lars vanishes through the GroundBridge, and Aid nods, impressed at the man's bravery. No screwing around for him.

At Apocryphacius's comment, First Aid says evenly, "Sharkticons were built by the Quintesson Empire to replace my entire race as robotic slaves for their evil whims. Their brains have been programmed to be dumb enough to be obedient even as they're being casually sacrificed. So no, Apocryphacius, don't abuse that."

First Aid (and the snack cart) follows Lars through the GroundBridge. In fact, there's EDCers going into and out of the bridge on their normal duties. Laserbeak may be able to hitch a ride with one of them.

Talia McKinley is glad there was no ladies first joke in the end, because she'd probably punch whoever made it for calling her a 'lady'. Ain't no prissy prim and poised girl here! Granted, she'd probably taken 'em for a beer later when they're not on military grounds to make up for it too, but that's besides the point. She ambles along with the rest of the group

Marissa Faireborn stands back though, still keeping to herself, watching. She's here, in a way, to guard, to watch and to be vigilent. She has no desire to go on the ground bridge to several different places. She will wait here, guarding the rear so to speak.

What was that racket? Tape-Beak made a point to track down that disturbance later and introduce it to his cannons. That was for later though. Entering the EDC base was simple. Now he just needed to....what the hell is that? Moving as only a tape can, with just a tiny bit of wiggling, he drops off the van as it progresses by some stocked barrels and crates, then transforms back into bird-mode in his new hiding spot. Some sort of gateway...He starts trying to determine power sources, technology in use and....Sharkticons?

It was then Laserbeak notices exactly how close he is to one of those fiendish cannibalistic nightmares. The thing was chewing on something, all Beak could hope for is that it was hungry in the opposite direction.

There was an Autobot here as well...and he wasn't in pieces and devoured so one must assume the Bots and the Quints have an..understanding. This was extremely bad. However, there were some risks Laserbeak chose to take in life, and those all involved either maiming Autobots, or snooping.

Off to the side, he noticed troops loading things into the portal, munitions of some sort. Again he changes form into his not so versatile, but oh so small alt-mode. As the caseless rifle rounds get picked up, and hauled towards the portal, a small tape was within it...

Franklin Cross soon follows suit after Lars and a few others, and there's a line of EDC troops eager to try out the weird new techno-watzit that has revolutionized their logistics. "Come along everyone, there's more to show you on the tour! Trust me when I say that the new bases are very impressive, though I've wondered if I should just call it all one base, since, technically speaking, they're all linked interdimensionally. Ahem, anyway..." He steps through the bridge.

Apocryphacius <Wrath Face> flings a tentacle up and snaps at First Aid, "I am aware of what they are! I am also aware they they do not match true Transformer in a number of key aspects, much how a chimpanzee does not match a human. Or perhaps... how a dog does not match a human. The Quintessons were never able to replicate /something/ about you lot." In any case, he follows, and the Sharkticons follow him.

You move to the EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>.

EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>

A remarkably simplistic facility given how vital it is to both EDC HQ's functioning and the defense of the world, the GroundBridge Hub has contains two levels, with grated metal walkways heading directly into the mouths of the GroundBridges. Paris and Burkino Faso are elevated opposite one another, with Area 51, Siberia, and Decepticon Island on the ground level. The space here is large, suitable for large number of troops and heavy equipment on a moment's notice.

The bridges operate on a set schedule, opening and closing with a terrifying WHOOSH. It takes some courage to go through the whirling energy tunnels for the very first time. The hub is heavily trafficked by soldiers in civilian clothes, uniforms, or combat suits depending on their destination. In the event of an emergency, GroundBridge Control can direct EDC troopers to any satellite base to quickly respond to events anywhere in the world.

Contents:

Fortress Maximus

Obvious exits:

<BF> leads to EDC HQ - Underground Manufacturing and R+D - <Burkina Faso>.

<A51> leads to EDC HQ - Shuttle Control - <Area 51>.

<DI> leads to EDC HQ - Training Grounds - <Decepticon Island>.

<Siberia> leads to EDC HQ - Underground Barracks - <Siberia>.

<Paris> leads to EDC HQ - Lounge and Park - <Paris>.

<N> leads to EDC HQ - Central Entrance - <Korea>.

Franklin Cross arrives from the EDC HQ - Shuttle Control - <Area 51>.

Franklin Cross has arrived.

Lars Daalgard arrives from the EDC HQ - Shuttle Control - <Area 51>.

Lars Daalgard has arrived.

Talia McKinley arrives from the EDC HQ - Shuttle Control - <Area 51>.

Talia McKinley has arrived.

Talia McKinley moseys into the room with an easy-going amble.

Laserbeak arrives from the EDC HQ - Shuttle Control - <Area 51>.

Laserbeak has arrived.

Apocryphacius arrives from the EDC HQ - Shuttle Control - <Area 51>.

Apocryphacius has arrived.

Marissa Faireborn arrives from the EDC HQ - Shuttle Control - <Area 51>.

Marissa Faireborn has arrived.

"'The Quintesson?' asks Lars, on the other side. "Not 'wes?'"

"Lets not casually sacrifice chimpanzees, either," First Aid says. Apocryphacius's words at the UN Meeting are running through his mind, and Aid can't help wanting to remind him of -why- some of his friends can be so untrusting of outsiders. In the main hub, one can see all the GroundBridges heading off to different parts of the world. "From here, Earth Defence Command can rapidly send reinforcements to anywhere across the globe, whether to respond to the Decepticons or simply to provide defensive reinforcements. Even better, if one satellite base is compromised, the GroundBridge can be shut down. This base cannot suffer the same fate that Alameda did."

Aid pauses, and then adds, "Given each base is more or less self-sufficient, I think of it still in the plural, General."

Talia McKinley says, "That will certainly cut down on travel times"

Fortress Maximus goes home.

Fortress Maximus has left.

Apocryphacius <Wrath Face> grumbles to Lars, "I can hardly claim 'we'. I was not there." He seems to be an extremely bad mood, and well - he is. He goes off chasing one of the Sharkticons, which has decided to try to eat a light fixture and gives itself a nasty shock on the process. "Molybdenum! I just fed you an hour ago! What is /wrong/ with your satiety routines!?" The Sharkticon gives him an innocent look, like the cat that ate the canary, and Apocryphacius hisses and grumbles to himself as he fixes the lightbulb. "Anyway, I find your implications /tiresome/, Autobot. General Cross said the bridge was safe. Please stop implying that I would casually sacrifice lives. You do not know me very well, and to be honest, if that is what you assume of me..." one of his tentacles kinks into a knot and then flexes out, "...I am going to start making certain assumptions about /you/."

Talia McKinley finishes the end of her snack, then remarks in fake casualty, "That's enough ya two. We'd like to finish this tour without someone endin' up in the brigs -before- the post open house party."

The tape would've almost laughed, if it had vocal synthesizers active, and if it wouldn't cost him his cover. A hub connecting all the EDC bases...how perfect. Already he envisions a singular nuke taking out all of them. Still until that penultimate play, these little upstarts had a pretty efficient form of transportation at their disposal. The bird simply started noting what locations were ascertained, as specific as he can manage. There was little more he could do for now, but oh...there were ideas brewing, and orders he could follow...very...very soon. He just needed to wait.

Marissa Faireborn finally follows through the Groundbridge though it took a bit, slipping in with some of the other personell after having made sure the area was secure behind them. Now she makes it through and heads her way to find a place to observe things again. She's pretty sure the others are quite aware of her presence but she has no desire to make waves.

Franklin Cross follows along after First Aid, nodding as he explains it all. "Hm, yes, I suppose that's true. And trying to conceive it as being all one base would probably be a little too mind-blowing for new recruits." He hears a commotion in the back, and turns around, raising an eyebrow. Fortunately, Talia spares him from getting involved. Fortunately because Cross is a big meanie, as we all know.

Lars Daalgard asides to McKinley, "I alway thoughts alien emotion woulds be difficults to read, but these almost literallies wear their faces on their sleeve."

Talia McKinley's rank/title is 2/Airborne Squadron Captain. Division: Edc military.

First Aid takes a step toward Apocryphacius, "Just be aware of what these newfound soldiers of yours are and why they were built," he says tersely, "They were designed as an entire race to-" Aid gets cut off as Talia tells them to knock it off. Seeing Marissa finally come through gives Aid a good reason to refocus back on the job at hand. He nods at her, grateful to have the real EDC General here. First Aid steps back, "Yes, you're right of course, Talia." He leads the party to the second level of the hub. "My personal favorite base is Paris. To be honset it's probably the least base-like in terms of the military. It's... well, I won't ruin the surprise!" First Aid steps through the GroundBridge, vanishing into the ether.

WHOOSH! You step into the GroundBridge to EDC HQ - Lounge and Park - <Paris>.

EDC HQ - Lounge and Park - <Paris>

Were it not for the GroundBridge terminal hidden in the subbasement, it may seem difficult to think of the Paris base as a military facility. The lounge is an open two story building with big glass windows that look out over the park. The city of Paris itself can be seen in the distance. Comfortable leather couches and tables are arranged amongst the pool tables, foosball, arcade, and other games. The food is good and the atmosphere is relaxing. The lounge has a very Starbucks meets local pub feel to it.

The park includes a beautiful garden with flowers, several large plane trees near the benches. A stream runs through the park, eventually reaching a pond and fountain. In the winter, the pond freezes over and is available for skating. Of all the EDC bases, this is the least self-sufficient, having no central command facility and no defenses beyond several lampposts able to transform into laser turrets.

Obvious exits:

<Out> leads to Paris, France.

<Hub> leads to EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>.

Apocryphacius arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Apocryphacius has arrived.

Franklin Cross arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Franklin Cross has arrived.

Lars Daalgard arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Lars Daalgard has arrived.

Talia McKinley arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Talia McKinley has arrived.

Talia McKinley moseys into the room with an easy-going amble.

Marissa Faireborn arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Marissa Faireborn has arrived.

Laserbeak arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Laserbeak has arrived.

Talia McKinley stops, looks around, and points at a seemingly random corner of the park near some trees. "That spot. Rawht there. Ah'm callin' it now, dibs on that spot fer the next time there's need fer a barbequin'."

Apocryphacius <Wrath Face> at least has the excuse that he was raised by humans and thus has been socialized to express himself in a manner understandable by humans! he says coldly, "Just get something straight, /Autobot/. I did not ask for them. In the last twenty four hours, I have pulled one out of a kiddie pool after he got stuck there, I have repaired another after he dropped a boulder on his head, I have spent half a day cleaning up my laboratory after they knocked everything over, including my mass spectrophotometer - do you know how much that cost!? - I have repaired a /different/ one after he got into the ten molar HCl - and I - I cam having trouble remembering the last time I had any rest, actually, because they /refuse/ to just stay quietly in the motor pool, they start gnawing on all the Jeeps - and," he pauses in his rant, and his faces ratchet around, and he apologises, "My apologies, Captain McKinley. That was very unprofessional of me - oh dear sweet diodes, Polonium, do /not/ chase the pigeons!"

Bot Polonium chases the pigeons anyway.

Apocryphacius <Wrath Face> transforms into his Apocryphacius <Judgement Face> mode.

Franklin Cross steps through the bridge into the lounge, taking in the sights. Men cease playing their pool games and whatnot upon seeing him arrive. "No, that's alright, men, carry on, carry on." As the bickering resumes, however, his lips press into a thin, annoyed line. He glances pointedly at each of the combatants involved.

"Done!" First Aid exclaims to Talia. "As you can see, the park is where soldiers can come to /relax/ and /unwind/. We have a Starbucks here inside and a nice garden outside. BBQ's, picnics, and other events are all suitable. Now I have to be honest and say that this place is not so well defended, but then in the heat of a war I suppose it isn't as critical as the others." First Aid considers adding that it'd probably be an easy spot for Cassetticon condors to land and listen to everything anyone is saying here, but ultimately decides it'd be to irrelevant to say.

As the Quintesson rants at him, First Aid slowly folds his arms. So where'd those Sharks come from? Franky's new alliance (ugh!) with the Quints, no doubt! First Aid knows he shouldn't take the bait and retort, but by the time he thinks this, it's already slipped out. "I'm so sorry the slave race is giving you hassle. That must be terribly inconvenient for you."

Again, taken along for the ride by one of the aids accompanying the tour, Laserbeak finds himself now in Paris. He marks himself on the GPS tracker. This spot seems less guarded than elsewhere, but of course Beak can't be sure of that. Either way, it'll be another ground zero for an assault. The coffee grinders, however gave him an interesting idea. His own chain of Ener-ground drinks.....Starbeaks.

Marissa Faireborn looks around and desides to do a little walking around, and talking quietly with some of the aids, just questioning them on what they like and what they think of all of this.

Lars Daalgard looks quietly pleased by the trees and stream, being an outdoorsy type himself.

Now that she has a hand free of snack foods Talia uses it to rub her temples as the Sharkticon runs off, prompting more bickering between the Quintesson and the Protectobot. Leans over to murmur to Lars "This is why we just have huntin' dogs back home."

Apocryphacius <Judgement Face> allows his calmer face to prevail. So... First Aid has accused him of sacrificing people for no good reason, and now First Aid is basically saying that Apocryphacius is a terrible person for looking after the Sharkticons that were dropped on his metaphorical lap because... Sharkticons were designed as slaves? So, what? Apocryphacius should just... let the Sharkticons wander off on their own? They would probably start eating people, which would be both horrible /and/ stupid, because they cannot digest people.

Logically speaking, he decides, First Aid is just a jerk and not worth his time. One of the Sharkticons, though, does pick up on how Apocryphacius is not overly pleased by First Aid, and that Sharkticon growls at First Aid. Apocryphacius tries to distract the Sharkticon before he decides that First Aid is dinner and says, rather unethusiatically, "Look, a pond! Do you want to go get stuck in the pond and then I have to haul you out? I /bet/ you do." He allows the Sharkticon to do just that and then grimly pulls the Sharkticon out of the pond. The Sharkticon is now very muddy but seems to have gotten over the growly business.

Franklin Cross listens to the exchange between Quintesson and Autobot, and, frowning, leans in towards First Aid. "First Aid," Cross says quietly. "The Quintessons wanted him to have this escort as part of our new arrangement. They wouldn't loan us their ships unless some of their... er, 'people' were protecting Apocryphacius. Honestly I should have told him it was going to happen so it wouldn't be too much of a surprise, but I wanted to maintain secrecy. So don't blame him. It wasn't his call."

First Aid and Apocryphacius are spared from a fist/tentacle fight by the Sharkticon who growls at the former before running off to play in the pond. First Aid watches him go, idly wondering how much of their evil acts is programming versus the orders they usually receive? He recalls the Decepticons having a Sharkticon, though he can't remember what happened to him. To Franklin, Aid says, "Working with the Quintessons as a whole is something that's going to have to be discussed... but, ah, later, I suppose." Aid is right in the heart of the EDC surrounded by them. Best not to push them too far. "Ahem, anyhow, shall we move on? I really want to show you guys Burkina Faso. It's going to revolutionize the way the EDC produces their equipment. No more having to go with the lowest bidder all the time," he jokes. Aid steps through the GroundBridge again, winding back in the Hub. He then crosses over to the opposite GroundBridge and passes through that as well.

Two jumps!

WHOOSH! You step into the GroundBridge to EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>.

EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>

A remarkably simplistic facility given how vital it is to both EDC HQ's functioning and the defense of the world, the GroundBridge Hub has contains two levels, with grated metal walkways heading directly into the mouths of the GroundBridges. Paris and Burkino Faso are elevated opposite one another, with Area 51, Siberia, and Decepticon Island on the ground level. The space here is large, suitable for large number of troops and heavy equipment on a moment's notice.

The bridges operate on a set schedule, opening and closing with a terrifying WHOOSH. It takes some courage to go through the whirling energy tunnels for the very first time. The hub is heavily trafficked by soldiers in civilian clothes, uniforms, or combat suits depending on their destination. In the event of an emergency, GroundBridge Control can direct EDC troopers to any satellite base to quickly respond to events anywhere in the world.

Obvious exits:

<BF> leads to EDC HQ - Underground Manufacturing and R+D - <Burkina Faso>.

<A51> leads to EDC HQ - Shuttle Control - <Area 51>.

<DI> leads to EDC HQ - Training Grounds - <Decepticon Island>.

<Siberia> leads to EDC HQ - Underground Barracks - <Siberia>.

<Paris> leads to EDC HQ - Lounge and Park - <Paris>.

<N> leads to EDC HQ - Central Entrance - <Korea>.

WHOOSH! You step into the GroundBridge to EDC HQ - Underground Manufacturing and R+D - <Burkina Faso>.

EDC HQ - Underground Manufacturing and R+D - <Burkina Faso>

Deep underground, just a hundred miles from the outskirts of the capital city of Ouagadougou, rests this sprawling labyrinth dedicated to Earth Defense Command. Upon emerging from the GroundBridge terminal, one is confronted with directions to either Manufacturing or R&D. Manufacturing is a huge factory, with gritty assembly lines and fire belching machines that work to build the high tech equipment used by the EDC to fight the Decepticon menace. Everything from power armor to hover tanks to shuttles can be created by this highly adaptable facility. Watching the process from any of the catwalks that run above the city is awe-inspiring.

In stark contrast to the industrial center, the R&D facility has clean white walls and laboratories. Both mechanical and biological inventions can be worked on here. Men and women in lab coats can be frequently seen here, chatting to one another about their latest projects. Transformers can also receive medical attention here. The Manufacturing and R&D facilities can be defended by a number of experimental weapons, though being deep underground buys it time to receive reinforcements if needed.

Obvious exits:

<Hub> leads to EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>.

<Out> leads to Western Africa.

Laserbeak arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Laserbeak has arrived.

Apocryphacius arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Apocryphacius has arrived.

Franklin Cross arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Franklin Cross has arrived.

Lars Daalgard arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Lars Daalgard has arrived.

Talia McKinley arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Talia McKinley has arrived.

Talia McKinley moseys into the room with an easy-going amble.

Marissa Faireborn arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Marissa Faireborn has arrived.

Once through the GroundBridge and out of the chamber, First Aid leads the team to one of the catwalks over the manufacturing plant. Below, automated machines tended to by technicians are welding together exo-suits, tanks, rifles, and other EDC equipment at a remarkable pace. It's just like that awesome scene from Attack of the Clones on Geonosis. Everybody loved that scene. "So, anyone want to pick out a new jet fighter?" First Aid asks rhetorically, putting his hands on the catwalk's railing so he can look over.

Maybe Sharkticons are like pitbulls: if properly trained, they make great family pets, but if improperly trained, they may be aggressive and injure people. Maybe these Sharkticons are just really incompetent. Either way... Apocryphacius sighs, "Look, we simply cannot have you tracking mud all over the place! I am going to have to take you to he industrial showers..."

Apocryphacius has a fair idea of the layout of the R&D labs, and so he excuses himself to go wash his annoying monstrous fish robot.

That particular Sharkticon got killed by evil fractal math. And Decepticons shooting him while he was stricken by said math. Wait, no, that was Gnar. Whatever did happen to Gnaw, anyway?....

ELSEWHERE

A Sharkticon stands around on a barren moon, looking around. "Where everyone go?" he asks for the thousandth time since arriving there.

"Yes, I'm sure the Autobots are concerned about that," Cross says, "But yes, another time. Now, THIS is probably my favorite facility, right here. If I wasn't so busy with other duties I'd probably spend every waking hour right here."

Apocryphacius vanishes out of reality.

Apocryphacius has left.

Laserbeak noted this spot being much different, well below ground. Presumably a 'last resort' shelter for when Galvatron has his vengeance. A hole for the EDC to hide in while their planet suffers. The repair bay, able to house Cybertronians was noted as well. Perhaps they hadn't fully given up on their alliance yet. What interested him most of course....was the Research Department. He ponders impetuously, the idea of simply bailing here, and running rampant over the division here. He takes an educated guess that the tech here wasn't much different than what he had learned at Muskrat Falls. What he needed was answers about the Quintessons, for now. He was part of the tour. He hoped that there was no souvenir shop at the end of this trip.

Talia McKinley isn't really as interested in the 'experimenting' part of things, but manages to feign some interest. While hiding the rest of her lack of in making another trip to the snack cart

First Aid, still leaning on the railing, looks over at Franklin, "Oh? Interested in construction? It's actually a remarkable field when you think about it." First Aid has to raise his voice to be heard over the clanging soudns of metal machines being put together. Laserbeak will notice that one of the catwalks heads off to the R&D facility, though the tour doesn't look like it's going in that direction.

"Well, as you know, First Aid, I'm knowledgable in many fields," Cross says, "Though I must confess that it is the construction of new machinery that really interests me." He peers over the railing. "It's all really quite impressive. We could fabricate new vehicles here in half the time it would take a contractor, and without having to deal with their usual sloppiness."

"Yeah, this sort of thing is more how the Cybertronians usually handle production," First Aid says. "Though it varies quite a bit." Sometimes you get built in a factory, and sometimes a random dude decides to make himself some dinosaurs. "I was thinking we could finish the tour off in the Training Grounds. It doesn't have quite the impressive nature as the others, but there's a certain poignancy to the site we chose." First Aid steps back through the GroundBridge, again making two jumps to reach the Training Grounds.

EDC HQ - Underground Manufacturing and R+D - <Burkina Faso>

Deep underground, just a hundred miles from the outskirts of the capital city of Ouagadougou, rests this sprawling labyrinth dedicated to Earth Defense Command. Upon emerging from the GroundBridge terminal, one is confronted with directions to either Manufacturing or R&D. Manufacturing is a huge factory, with gritty assembly lines and fire belching machines that work to build the high tech equipment used by the EDC to fight the Decepticon menace. Everything from power armor to hover tanks to shuttles can be created by this highly adaptable facility. Watching the process from any of the catwalks that run above the city is awe-inspiring.

In stark contrast to the industrial center, the R&D facility has clean white walls and laboratories. Both mechanical and biological inventions can be worked on here. Men and women in lab coats can be frequently seen here, chatting to one another about their latest projects. Transformers can also receive medical attention here. The Manufacturing and R&D facilities can be defended by a number of experimental weapons, though being deep underground buys it time to receive reinforcements if needed.

Contents:

Marissa Faireborn

Talia McKinley

Lars Daalgard

Franklin Cross

Laserbeak [Hidden]

Obvious exits:

<Hub> leads to EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>.

<Out> leads to Western Africa.

Marissa Faireborn observes everything going on around her, hands quietly clasped behind her back as she looks at this, then that. She stays out of the way, behaves herself and bites her tounge when there are times she'd love to jump in and tell Cross off. But that's not her way and not how you learn or accomplish anything.

WHOOSH! You step into the GroundBridge to EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>.

EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>

A remarkably simplistic facility given how vital it is to both EDC HQ's functioning and the defense of the world, the GroundBridge Hub has contains two levels, with grated metal walkways heading directly into the mouths of the GroundBridges. Paris and Burkino Faso are elevated opposite one another, with Area 51, Siberia, and Decepticon Island on the ground level. The space here is large, suitable for large number of troops and heavy equipment on a moment's notice.

The bridges operate on a set schedule, opening and closing with a terrifying WHOOSH. It takes some courage to go through the whirling energy tunnels for the very first time. The hub is heavily trafficked by soldiers in civilian clothes, uniforms, or combat suits depending on their destination. In the event of an emergency, GroundBridge Control can direct EDC troopers to any satellite base to quickly respond to events anywhere in the world.

Obvious exits:

<BF> leads to EDC HQ - Underground Manufacturing and R+D - <Burkina Faso>.

<A51> leads to EDC HQ - Shuttle Control - <Area 51>.

<DI> leads to EDC HQ - Training Grounds - <Decepticon Island>.

<Siberia> leads to EDC HQ - Underground Barracks - <Siberia>.

<Paris> leads to EDC HQ - Lounge and Park - <Paris>.

<N> leads to EDC HQ - Central Entrance - <Korea>.

WHOOSH! You step into the GroundBridge to EDC HQ - Training Grounds - <Decepticon Island>.

EDC HQ - Training Grounds - <Decepticon Island>

Once the heart of the enemy presence on Earth, Decepticon Island--still named such with a wink and a nod--is a shell of its former self. The sprawling city stands in blackened ruins from when Computron turned it into ash. Many structures still stand, but are used now for urban training so collateral damage poses no issue. Other sections of the city have been carved out to provide more natural terrain. Both holographic and mechanical training equipment litter the island to create any sort of scenario that the EDC Commanders can think of.

Most of the EDC's retrofitting was done underground, with heavy lifts present to carry anything from a single man to a heavy jet fighter to the GroundBridge terminal. The Command Bunker can be used both to monitor the training operations and defend the area. Despite how relatively unimportant this satellite base is, it is well defended thanks to all the training weapons hidden throughout the base that can be ramped up to combat levels and turned against any attackers.

Obvious exits:

<Hub> leads to EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>.

<Out> leads to Decepticon Island - Cove.

Laserbeak arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Laserbeak has arrived.

Franklin Cross arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Franklin Cross has arrived.

Lars Daalgard arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Lars Daalgard has arrived.

Talia McKinley arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Talia McKinley has arrived.

Talia McKinley moseys into the room with an easy-going amble.

Lars Daalgard had actually forgotten all about that Geonosis scene until now. But then he doesn't watch Turner Classic Movies very often.

Marissa Faireborn arrives via GroundBridge terminal from EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>. WHOOSH!

Marissa Faireborn has arrived.

First Aid steps out into the ruins of Decepticon Island, followed by the snack cart. This section is cleared away, but the charred buildings of the Decepticon mega-city still linger. It's like being in a ghost town. "Well? What do you guys think?" First Aid asks without elaborating at all on this site. He wants to know what *they* make of this place.

Franklin Cross smirks. Of course he already knew that this site was here, where it was, and what it was for, but he comments anyway. "I like it. Here, the Decepticons no doubt thought they'd be running the Earth from this very spot. But now look at it. In ruins, and serving as little more than a training grounds for EDC troops. Fairly symbolic of how this conflict will ultimately end, I think."

"Good use for bad rubbish!", Talia chimes in.

"Trainings in the formers enemy fortification is a good ideas. Trains like you fights, we always say."

...says Lars.

"Yeah it has a nice poetic justice, though I'm still hoping the war ends with the Decepticons just surrendering onve they realize they're beaten," First Aid says as he strolls along the cleared out section. "Right General?"

Franklin Cross frowns at that. "First Aid, you know as well as I do that the Decepticons won't ever surrender. Even if they say they're surrendering, it'll just be a ruse, like all the other times they pulled a stunt like that. No, I'm afraid it won't end like that."

"All the other times were pretty transparent," First Aid says, looking up at a tower that once held a Decepticon radar installation. "Imagine once every Decepticon base has been knocked out across the galaxy and they have the choice to either give up quietly or go down fighting. Then they'll surrender. Decepticons usually aren't that brave."

"We'll have to agree to disagree," Cross replies, following First Aid's gaze. When he turns back to the tour group, he FINALLY notices Marissa, and his heart seems to skip a beat. He almost screams something to the effect of 'Who let that woman in here!?' but fortunately for his sake he does not. Instead, he clears his throat and says, "Ahem, well, I'm sure the troops will have plenty of good training here."

It was as if First Aid knew who was in the area. Taunting him. Well, it was true that Laserbeak favored discretion, but he wasn't a warrior. He makes a note to ensure this one gets shot in the face...or in the back. In the back of the face. That'll teach him.

"And Ah'm just here to shoot 'em when they make trouble. Lemme outta the politics part of the matters," Talia murmurs, mostly into her refilled mug of coffee.

"Either ways we'll never be outs of a job," Lars points out dryly.

First Aid considers elaborating on his cowardly Decepticon theory with his fifty-page dissertation on why Cassettibots rule and Cassetticons drool, but he decides there just isn't time. He follows Franklin's gaze to Marissa and gives her a friendly nod of support. He's really glad that she's here to back him up. "I guess, but ultimately it'll be the choice of the Autobots since I don't think the EDC can wage war on a galactic-scale." First Aid pauses. "...right?"

At that very moment, a man with an Orioles baseball cap pokes his head out of the window of one of the ruined buildings, stares at everyone, then his head sloooowly sinks back down out of view.

"Right, we'd have to rename ourselves the Earth Offense Command if we did that," Cross says, and a few nearby officers politely chuckle at that. "But really, I think that, after this war, the human race will just want to get back on its feet again."

Marissa Faireborn walks along one of the sandy shores of the island once used by decepticons.

First Aid doesn't happen to notice Agent Orioles, and even if he did he likely wouldn't have put two and two together. Baseball hats just aren't that rare. "Yeah, humanity definitely deserves a rest after the nearly fifty years of war or so." Aid looks over at the other EDCers. "Well, that's about the tour. I'm sure you've all seen the Barracks by now--I think they're handing out the bunk assignments within the week. For security reasons I had to pass on Mission Control and the Sub Bay, but those with the proper clearance are of course welcome to check it out when they have the time."

Franklin Cross nods. "Thank you, First Aid. Since the guided tour's over, I think I'll grab my tank and bring it over here for some training of my own. Thanks for coming here, everyone, and please enjoy the drinks and other items."

First Aid nods back to Cross. With the recent developments, the endeavour has left a bad taste in First Aid's mouth. So to speak. He steps over to join Marissa in strolling along the Decepticon Island shore. "I gotta phone Amber," First Aid comments to himself.

Franklin Cross begins making his way back to the hub...


 * TRAVEL SPAM ***

EDC HQ - Shuttle Control - <Area 51>

Of all the EDC HQ satellite bases, Area 51 shows the least amount of change from its previous state. Area 51, smack in the middle of the blazing Nevada heat, contains numerous above ground facilities and three Cybertonium landing strips. From the ground, Earth Defense Command shuttlecraft and other aerospace vehicles can be seen taking off and landing at all hours of the day. From afar, a powerful cloaking field hides their presence and confuses long range sensors into thinking normal military craft are here. Unlike the other satellite bases, Area 51 does not hide its existence; instead it hides what it truly is. Most believe it still under the control of the United States Air Force.

The base's command center leads directly to the underground GroundBridge terminal connecting it to the rest of EDC HQ, and work with them to monitor the state of all EDC vehicles around the globe. Its defenses are the most conventional of them all, with massive anti-air laser turrets, missile batteries, long range radar dishes, and a whole host of tanks and soldiers here to defend the base.

Contents:

Talia McKinley

Franklin Cross

Laserbeak [Hidden]

Sideswipe

Obvious exits:

<Hub> leads to EDC HQ - Ground Bridge Hub - <Korea>.

<O> leads to Area 51.

This room is a shuttle room. You can type '+destinations' to take an auxillary shuttle from here.

Sideswipe stomps his foot right down in front of Franklin Cross, "You! You're the one that's to blame for the state of things. For what just happened on Cybertron...you found out informaiton about that damned ray of yours not working on Dinobots. And speaking of which, how did you get a piece of their armor....huh!?" A mad sideswipe is a scarry Sideswipe.

Talia McKinley stops at the heavy footstomping, gripping the side of her mug with her other hand to keep from spilling it. Glances back towards the bridge as First Aid comes through it, then nods her head a bit in the direction of the irrate warrior, giving the medic a look that could be taken as 'subtle ain't his strong point issit?'.

Franklin Cross stops once the foot blocks his way, looking up at the Autobot, alarmed at first, then... angry. "I don't like your tone, *robot.*" The sound of heavy boots on cement sounds through the facility as armed soldiers equipped with grenade launchers rush into the hangar. Quickly identifying Sideswipe as a potential threat, they take up positions around the hangar and aim the grenade launchers at the brash Autobot. "So how about you head back home before you do something even dumber than what you just did?"

First Aid steps out of the hangar that leads to the GroundBridge, preparing to grab a shuttle back to Metroplex when he hears shouting. Wait, what's this? The Protectobot steps over. Oh, hey, Sideswipe got out of jail. That's good. Perhaps now- wait, what? Uh huh. He returns Talia's look with a nervous one of his own.

Melody Reynolds has arrived.

Melody powers down her battlesuit and climbs out.

Sideswipe ignores the threat of the soldiers and makes a grab for Cross, knowing that if the soldiers shoot at him, they'll hit their boss too. "You've been plotting to get rid of us Autobots all along. Do you think we wouldn't find out that you're plotting the removal of all Cybertronian life froms, INCLUDING Autobots?! HUH!?!"

Melody suits up and activates her battlesuit!

Franklin Cross is grabbed! But then, he wasn't really trying to dodge out of the way. It seems more that he's confident Sideswipe wouldn't dare harm him. "You have no evidence to support your accusations, Sideswipe. All of our research has been done with the intent of stopping the DECEPTICONS. You know? Those guys that YOUR people have failed to stop from ravaging our planet? Don't get angry at me over YOUR failures."

Any commotion like this is sure to draw security attention- and as it would happen, one Lt. Melody Reynolds is on security detail! Clad in her formidable battlesuit, the young officer rushes into the fray- she skids to a halt close by, and then raises her battle rifle with an ominious *ka-chunk!* sound.

"General Cross?" she pipes up, "If I may offer a suggestion, maybe it's a better idea -not- to goad the giant robot with the rocket launcher."

"And piledrivers. Don't forget the piledrivers." Though for the most part Talia is staying back out of the way. She's not armed for dealing with angry transformers in person. Yet.

"Sideswipe, no!" First Aid cries, "Let Fortress Maximus work it out with the United Nations. This isn't going to convince anyone!" The Protectobot rushes forward, though he can't get too close since Sideswipe has Cross in his hands. This is the worst parole behavior ever!

Sideswipe doesn't seem to be too concerned about hurting Cross. His anger has got the best of him. He pulls a data file out of his subspace pocket, "This is yoru own research on yoru findings Dinobot armor with that damned weapon of yours. You're the one who's responsible for poisoning General Faireborn. You're the one who could cause the humans to turn against us when it's conveient if the UN upholds that change in the Geneva convention because we're mechs...This all started with you! You...you little bastard!"

Franklin Cross glares at Sideswipe. "You know, when Grimlock recently approached me, accusing me of using his armor in an experiment, I thought he had gotten it from information the Decepticons had leaked to him. But apparently you have a copy of this data yourself. So I'm thinking that what really happened is you Autobots STOLE my research. You stole EDC property and planned to use it against us!"

And here's Melody to save the day! Except... "I'm not backing down from him, Melody. The human race has to learn not to back down from these machines just because they're bigger and stronger."

Battlesuit <Melody Reynolds> spares a look out the corner of her eye at First Aid. "Doctor." she says, "Wish we weren't meeting under these circumstances." This said, there's a faint whirring of servos as she tracks Sideswipe's movements with the muzzle of her rifle.

"To be frank, General, I think you'll make a lot better officer than a martyr." She deadpans- and then looks to Sideswipe next. "Please." She says, trying to be as sympathetic as she can at gunpoint. "If you're really an Autobot...you're better than this."

"Welp, Ah'm gonna go make sure the new hangers are up to snuff fer our air forces." And this is where Talia gives a polite tip of her hat and turns to wander back towards the hangers. "Sorry boys, but yer on yer own here. Ah ain't paid to deal with moral accusations and babysittin' politiciatin'. Iffen ya need me to do my -job- and blow up some Decepticreeps, hollah."

Sideswipe gives Cross a hard shake, "I didn't steal nothin. A copy of your scrap got into my hands because I tromped on a Cons aft who was bragging about Bots being lapdogs to you." He snarled, "You're pathetic Cross. You hide behind rules and you're pathetic fleshbag whining antics. You think us nothing more than gears and circuits. You don't give a scrap that we're feeling, thinking beings. Too many in you're worlds history were just like you...and they all met a nasty end."

"Sideswipe, Franklin, you have to-" First Aid cuts off, glances at Melody's battlesuit, and then back at the two aggressors. "...what she said." Argh, First Aid thinks, where are my What Would Optimus Prime Do bracelets when I /really/ need them?

You receive a radio message from Melody Reynolds: You carry non-lethal weaponry, don't you?

You send a radio message to Melody Reynolds: Yes ma'am. My photon pistol has a blind setting.

Unfortunately, sometimes those blue dialogue options don't always quite work. At least not right away. Cross glares at Sideswipe for a few moments, grunts as he's shaked. "Nff, really, Sideswipe? What, do you think I'm like Hitler, too? Going to Godwin yourself like Encore did? Well, if you're going to kill me, do it, because the plan we've set in motion to eliminate the Decepticon threat will proceed with or without me. As for whether or not the Autobots can stay, well..."

"Well what?" First Aid asks nervously, "We'd really prefer if you finish that sentence. When you trail off like that we kind of get worried that you're planning on taking us all out, or up and destroying our homeworld."

"Autobot Sideswipe." Melody says, taking a step forward, "There's a time and place for political and philosophical discussion...but this isn't one of them. If you don't set the General down, I am going to have to shoot you. It will not be pleasant." Melody thumbs a switch on her rifle, again producing an ominous 'click!' noise.

"Please, don't make me do this."

Sideswipe growls at Cross, "Finish it. You maybe trying to protect your world but we're trying to protect orus while trying to keep humans safe too even when you're race treats us like scrap....including you." He clenches his servos a little harder around Cross, trying to send home his point. "We're tired of the half veiled threats....half-afted data we get that you won't share with us..."

Sideswipe seems to focused on Cross to really give Melody much attention though his optics flick in her direction for half a second then away.

Franklin Cross doesn't audibly reply to the Autobot, even though it's definitely getting harder for him to breathe. He just gives thim a look of contempt, like it's not even worth his time to acknowledge his anger.

First Aid steps away from Melody in order to have a different angle should things turn violent. The Protectobot reaches for his sidearm, unlatching it with an audible click of its own. "Autobots can't just drive up and wring information out of people like this with threats, Sideswipe." He draws his pistol, matching Melody's actions.

Sideswipe looks down at Cross, his optics blazing with pure hatred, "You know, I think I should just give you over to the Cons. They'd love to get their servos on you...." He smirks and it's not pleasant. "You're a oily slimeball warped lugnut that ain't even fit for the air you breath." He looks like he's willing to break Cross in half. "You cause one Autobot to die through your actions and if I'm not around to come after you, I'll make sure others are. Nowhere you can hide that will be safe. You've gotten away with too mcuh for too long, Prime and them all tip-toing around you and the issues with the EDC. It's all fragging scrap. Nothing else."

"Right. The hard way, then."

Melody narrows her eyes- and then pulls the trigger! There's a *foonk!* from her underslung grenade launcher, and then a *KAPOOSH!* of the flashbang grenade going off!

"General! Jump!" Melody says, and then rushes towards Sideswipe- perhaps to provide something for the General to jump on -to-.

Combat: Battlesuit <Melody Reynolds> sets her defense level to Fearless.

Combat: Battlesuit <Melody Reynolds> strikes Sideswipe with her Stun Grenade attack!

Combat: Sideswipe has been temporarily incapacitated.

First Aid moves the instant Melody does. He doesn't fire. Instead he falls forward, transforming into ambulance mode. His heavy duty decrystallizer rests on the roof for added protection. Tires squealing, he gives a quick burst of speed before screeching to a halt next to the General, passenger side door opening. Somewhere to jump -to- is covered. "In you go, Franklin," First Aid says.

First Aid folds down into Ambulance mode.

Franklin Cross, seeing that Melody's going to fire, and being aware of her arsenal, closes his eyes as she fires, and thus he isn't blinded when the grenade goes off. Once the Autobot's grip slackens, he slides out of the Autobot's hand, landing clumsily onto his shoulder. "Urggh!" But, once he sees that First Aid's opened his back door for him, Cross staggers up and limps into the ambulance, grimacing all the while. "At least I know you can control yourself, First Aid," he growls.

Sideswipe gets hit with the stun grenade and feels the effects immediately, then feels nothing at all as his whole body goes lax. His grip loosens on Cross and he topples sideways to hit the ground with a metal grinding crash. It won't hold him for long....but it was enough to ge thim down.

Battlesuit <Melody Reynolds> keeps moving! Hydraulics in her leg-armor push her forward, and she bounds up onto Sideswipe's chest with a *THUNK!* It won't take long for the Autobot warrior's systems to reset- but once they do, the first thing he's going to see is the barrel of Melody's rifle, held alarmingly close to his faceplate.

"I told you it'd be unpleasant." She says, voice cool, controlled, professional. She doesn't LIKE the situation she's in, but damn if it's gonna stop her from doing her job anyway.

Ambulance <First Aid>'s door slams shut as he takes off again, this time heading back towards the hangar. Melody (and the large number of heavily armed EDCers no doubt moving in) can handle Sideswipe. "Yes, well, I'm really sorry about that," First Aid says, knowing how fantastically hollow that must sound. So much for Sideswipe behaving! With Rodimus Prime and Ultra Magnus gone, it's clear that First Aid is going to have to force Fortress Maximus to step up to resolve this. Both sides have done horrible things at this point. At least he and Galen are expert diplomats, so there's always a hope...

Franklin Cross sits down inside the ambulance, clutching his shoulder. "Ouch, I think I think I dislocated my arm... *sigh* Look, First Aid, I accept your apology, but this is part of why the EDC has to step up. For a grunt like him to attack the leader of an ally's military is... it's unconscionable. The Autobots lack the discipline needed to fight the Decepticons."

Sideswipe blurrily onlines his optics and looks up at the barrel of the gun and trys to fatom what it is for a moment. Then he remembers and he begins to try and move. "Get offa me...I'm gonna squash that little ..." He tries to form sentences though his body is still vibrating from the stun grenade.

"The Autobot military isn't run the same way that human militaries are," First Aid says, "It isn't necessarily better or worse. Ours has some advantages for us." Pleeeeeeeeease don't ask what those advantages are. The ambulance pulls a skidding turn in the hangar, coming to a stop but pointing towards Sideswipe and the EDCers so they can watch the situation from a safe distance. "You've had some recent successes, but if the EDC goes it alone, the Decepticons will crush you."

"No, you won't." Melody says, and steps off of Sideswipe- though her rifle doesn't waver from where it's pointed at the Autobot. "I'm just going to stand here and keep you covered- but if you turn into whatever kind of fancy antique sports car you are, there's nothing I can do to keep you from making your escape. I'm just infantry, after all." Melody stops short of winking at Sideswipe, but still.

"Or, you could be stupid and then I'd have to shoot you in the face. Again."

Sideswipe stares at the woman for a moment as she and her suit get off of his chest and he looks around, then spies Cross inside of First Aid out of harms way. With a growl of frustration, he quickly transforms into his Lambo form and tries to make a run for the gate.

"Subject is retreating, outrunning all pursuit." Melody deadpans as she lowers her rifle.

Franklin Cross is at the wrong angle to see what Sideswipe is doing. "Not this time, First Aid. For the first time in this war, human technology has surpassed Decepticon technology. It's the beginning of the end for them. I just wish I could be the--ah, I just wish we could get it over with."

Anyway, once Cross gets a report on his earpiece that Sideswipe is making a break for the gate, Cross replies, "Let him go. Open the gates, even. But don't let him back in. That Autobot, specifically, is not to set foot on EDC turf again."

Could be the...? Sadly, First Aid is too polite to ask. "Human technology--or Quintesson technology as the case may be--won't be enough. The Decepticons are built for *war*. They have an entire Empire backing them up. I don't see how it can be done without the Autobots helping."

Sideswipe moves to the Area 51.

Sideswipe has left.

Franklin Cross sighs. "I think you underestimate us, First Aid. Regardless, I need to have this shoulder looked at, First Aid, so would you be so kind as to take me to the infirmary?"

"Oooh, yeah, good idea! We didn't get to see the hospital on the tour so..." First Aid trails off. "Right, yeah, lets head to the infirmary..." Aid vanishes into the hangar.