NCC Poker Game

NCC Poker Game Comp2k5 - Thursday, January 22, 2004, 8:44 PM -

Summary: A friendly little Poker Game between the Decepticons that is meant to help with intergroup relations.

Rampage deals 1 card to Sixshot. Rampage deals 4 cards to Sixshot. Rampage deals 5 cards to Compile. Rampage deals 5 cards to itself.

Your hand consists of: KD 3C AS 4C 8D.

Sixshot discards three of his cards.

Rampage deals 3 cards to Sixshot.

Your hand consists of: KD 3C AS 4C 8D.

Compile discards two of his cards.

Rampage deals 2 cards to Compile.

Your hand consists of: KD 3C AS QC 3S.

Rampage discards two of its cards.

Rampage deals 2 cards to itself.

Scourge arrives from the NCC Central Hub to the northwest. Scourge has arrived.

Rampage is holding: JD AC QD 10H 3H.

Compile is holding: KD 3C AS QC 3S.

Sixshot is holding: 9D 9H 10C 7D 6D.

Scourge moves northwest to the NCC Central Hub. Scourge has left.

Rampage collects all the cards and starts to shuffle them. Rampage finishes shuffling the cards.

Sixshot deals 2 cards to Compile. Sixshot deals 2 cards to Rampage. Sixshot deals 2 cards to himself.

Sixshot deals 1 card (JD) to Compile.

Your hand consists of: 5H 5S JD.

Sixshot deals 1 card (7S) to Rampage. Sixshot deals 1 card (AD) to himself. Sixshot deals 1 card (AH) to Compile. Sixshot deals 1 card (3D) to Rampage. Sixshot deals 1 card (3C) to himself.

Sixshot deals 2 cards to Compile. Sixshot deals 2 cards to Rampage. Sixshot deals 2 cards to himself.

Sixshot deals 1 card (9D) to Compile. Sixshot deals 1 card (5D) to Rampage. Sixshot deals 1 card (KD) to himself.

Sixshot is holding: 2D QC AD 3C 2C 10H KD. Rampage is holding: 6C AC 7S 3D KH AS 5D. Compile is holding: 5H 5S JD AH 9C 3S 9D.

Scourge arrives from the NCC Central Hub to the northwest. Scourge has arrived.

Well all ya Con with the titanium orbs, its time for some recreational fun. Ie. Gambling night. Sitting at a table awaiting the arrivals of other, braver Decepticons, is Sixshot with a stack of 50 Astroliters of Energon credits. Most of it broken down into milliliters of 5. He sits shuffling a stack of Cybertronian Gamecards.

Sixshot collects all the cards and starts to shuffle them. Sixshot finishes shuffling the cards. Sixshot flips the deck of cards around, making it into a proper Narnian deck of sixty cards, ten each of the suits Narnia, Archenland, Islands, Ettinsmoor, Underland, and Calormen.

Sixshot shuffles through the cards, taking out most of the interesting ones, leaving it a Euchre deck with only aces, nines, tens and the face cards.

Compile walks in and sits down at the tf sized Poker Table. He nods to everyone as Sixshot is shuffling the cards and he looks as he gets otu a tape sized version of the hat humans wear on there head. "Hey guys." he says as he sets his chips of 50 Astroliters down and seprates them into milliliters of 5. He looska t Six works his magic ont he cards. "Wow Six, I did not know you could play poker."

Sixshot pokes and prods at the cards until they turn back into a deck of fifty-two British cards. Sixshot collects all the cards and starts to shuffle them. Sixshot finishes shuffling the cards.

Scourge strides over to the table, yes this is a bit out of character for him. But not really, as Scourge will do his best to win while conquering his opponent. Not at battle necessarily, but also at some poker. Oh yes. Time to bring home the bank. Walking up to the table, he quietly sits down at the far end. Opposite of the dealer.

A orange and red figure saunters into the room, it's optics darkened blacker than normal and a larger than life Earthen cowboy hat atop it's head. He sits down at the table and summons his energon chips from subspace and plops them down on the table. He looks about, sizing up the competition. Could it be, Cybertron Slim come to play with the lowly Decepticon troops? Nah, just Rampage come to take your money.

Sixshot smirks beneath his mask, "Yes, well at all times you haveta be keen not only of body, but of the mind. Shockwave told me this after I told him of my struggles with... a lack of worth opponents. He recommended I try a different field of battle, so here I come across a Earthin' game of chance. Yet it isn't just chance, the naive think it is all chance. Its about judging your opponents just as much as it is chance. A battle of the mind. In anycase outta extreme boredom I figured why the hell not." Sixshot shrugs while shuffling, "Good to see you all have the come."

Scourge gives a quick nods, as his chips appear as well. All business type attitude, like he was taken straight from Vegas. Or as least Monacus. Just awaiting the deal.

Compile is sitting to the right of Sixshot, and he nods as Scourge enters. "Commander." he states as he looks. "So, what kind of game of Poker is this?" he asks the dealer, asks the COn Medic. What, is that NCC Compile??? Nah, just a tape medic hoping he wins some credits.

Rampage sits just to the dealers left, awaiting the deal. He says nothing, feeling that this game will take all of his concentration.

Sixshot brings up the rules on a Datapad for all to parruse if they need. In Anycase he gets to the rules, "You open with 5 mililiters... max bet is 3 Astroliters a piece. You run dry your out. can't meet the wager you automatically fold. Ready?" Sixshot focuses on each of them, "the game for now is Poker... 5 card. Maybe 7 if you all prove your aren't slow witted Dinobots. Course I know our Commander can handle it. Good lets start... Anti(sp?) up boys... 5 ML." He tosses 5 ML to the center of the table.

Rampage tosses 5ML into the pot. Scourge so can. Tossing in 5 ML as well.

Compile nods and tosses his 5 ML in and waits as he looks at everyone in turn. HE smiles some as he has seen the tournaments on TV in Vegas and to bad this could not be an actual tournament.

Sixshot adds, "Deal to the left now." Sixshot deals 5 cards to Rampage. Sixshot deals 5 cards to Scourge. Sixshot deals 5 cards to Compile. Sixshot deals 5 cards to himself.

Your hand consists of: KC KH 10S 10D 9D.

Sixshot looks at his cards trying to remain motionless.

Compile looks at his cards and thinks as he does nothing but watch everyones reactions to there cards. Slowly, he scans each, seeing what they do, maybe givign a hint if thye have a good hand or not.

Sixshot looks up to Rampage, "How many cards you want?" He says impatiently.

Scourge hmms to himself. Looking as well.

Rampage shakes his head at the hand, not really displaying a poker face...or is he? The Predacon tosses a few more chips into the center, "I'll raise." The sounds of another 5ML can be heard as they splash into the pot.

Sixshot turns his optics to Scourge.

Scourge tosses it in quickly. Without hesitation what so ever.

Sixshot thinks that Rampage has nothing considering he just made the wussiest bet you can make. He doesn't show his thoughts. Its also a real good thing to have a gaurd plate over your mouth.

Compile looks as he sees another 5 ML added to the pot. He looks at his hand and tosses in 5 ML "I'll in for 10." he states as he looks to Sixshot and then the rest of the table. Is he bluffing??? Only Compile knows.

Sixshot looks to Compile, "You opened with 5... you just added 5... you matching the bet our raising it another 5 to 10?" He seems rather gruff with the little tape.

Scourge folds, putting its hand aside.

Compile looks "Oh, I have to bet five?" he asks. "Ok, then I bet five instead of ten....er wait and he thinks. "Sorry, I meant I bet five and raise it to 10."

Sixshot ahs and the bet of 10 goes to himself. 10 ML or 1 AL. "I wanna see what Soundwave's little-ones have got. I see yer astroliter." He tosses it into the pile. "Rampage? In or Out..."

Rampage looks at his hand again, then throws the extra 5ML into the pot. "I'm in."

Scourge watches boredly. Following the game. Betting on who will win, in his mind.

Sixshot says, "How many?"

Rampage discards two of its cards. Rampage says, "Two."

Sixshot deals 2 cards to Rampage. Sixshot turns to Compile

Compile looks "1." Compile discards one of his cards.

Sixshot deals 1 card to Compile.

Your hand consists of: KC KH 10S 10D 7C.

Sixshot discards three of his cards. Sixshot deals 3 cards to himself.

Rampage shows no emotion, simply tapping on the table as he ponders the others with cards remaining in their hand, "Check to the tape."

Scourge sighs, leanining on his hand. Elbow upon the table. "Hurry up. Compile, your not even transformed and you seem to be completely motionless."

Compile looks at the card he got and then at Sixshot and Rampage. "You know, I am feeling lucky," he states "So I will raise you your 5 Rampage." and he thinks as looks at his cards and ponders some more.

Sixshot tosses his cards on the pile and leans back. Sixshot folds, putting his hand aside.

Compile looks at Sixshot and then to Rampage and he waits.

Rampage sizes up Compile a bit, thinking of the possible plays, then tosses 10 AL onto the pile, "I'll see ya and raise ya."

Scourge shakes his head, extraviance loses in the end ponders the Sweep.

Sixshot glances to Scourge a slight smirk.

Compile looks and he thinks as he counts the pot in his head. . o 0 (Lets see) he thinks as he tosses in 2.5 AL and looks. "Alright, lets see what you got. Show your hand Rampage." he states

Rampage has a whole lot of nothing

Rampage is holding: 10H 8C 7H JS QH. Compile is holding: KC KH 10S 10D 7C.

Rampage collects all the cards and starts to shuffle them. Rampage finishes shuffling the cards.

Sixshot looks to Compile, "Well thats 11 Astroliters to you off the first hand Compile."

Rampage deals 5 cards to Scourge. Rampage deals 5 cards to Compile. Rampage deals 5 cards to Sixshot.

Scourge takes his cards, and looks.

Rampage deals 5 cards to itself.

Compile nods to Sixshot as he now sits with 61 AL.

Your hand consists of: 2S 4C JC QC 6S.

Sixshot notices that Compile has 61 Al. Scourge has 49.5, sixshot has 48.5 and Rapage has 45.5.

Sixshot scan his cards and waits for all to put in the ante. As Rampage deals without people putting in the Ante he growls, "Wait ye impatient wretch for people to pay for thier cards!"

Sixshot ante's up 5 ML.

Rampage holds up a finger in an earth gesture on his right hand while he tosses 5ML into the middle.

Scourge grins to himself, tossing it in as well. 5 ML that is.

Compile loosk at his hand and thinks as he loosk at the rest. He bets the five ML and waits to see what the others do before he makes any more decisions.

Sixshot waits for Scourge to bet First.

Rampage nods as the money hits the pot, "Bet to the bearded Con," he shouts for the benefit of everyone else.

Scourge glances at his deck, tapping his chin. With a brief smirk, he tosses in some chips. "1 Astroliter."

Sixshot blinks, "The Sweep opens confidently and we all expect he would..." Sixshot adds, "eventually."

Scourge growls. "Shut up you identity challenged triplechanger and bet."

Sixshot says, "Its Compile's bet"

Scourge doesn't care.

Ray Gun  arrives from the NCC Central Hub to the northwest. Ray Gun  has arrived.

Compile loosk and bets 5 ML and waits to see what goes on. ".5 Astroliters." he says

Sixshot tries to tap compile on the back of the head. "Its 1 or yer Out..."

You evade Sixshot's grasp attack.

Compile blinsk and looks "It is." and he loosk aroudn the table. "Oh, my bad." and he tosses in another .5 Astroliters.

Sixshot also tosses in an AL. "Sheesh, I thought you tapes were supposed to absorb information?" He then looks to Rampage, "So you gonna try and earn your Money back?"

Compile looks upo at Sixshot "We do, but I'm not on the clock."

5 Astroliters sits on the Poker table Early.

Rampage tosses in the chip, chuckling, "Try....," he pauses a minute for effect, "...you might as well just hand over yer energon ta me right now."

Scourge looks at his deck. "Shut up, and bet before this war ends."

Rampage points into the pot, "I matched ya, how many ya need."

Scourge hmms looking over his stuff. "Give me three."

Sixshot smirks, "Er, well this hand is moving along quickly."

Scourge discards one of its cards. Scourge discards one of its cards.

Your hand consists of: 2S 4C JC QC 6S.

Scourge discards one of its cards. Rampage deals 3 cards to Scourge.

Rampage looks to the tape, "How many fer you, little Con?"

Compile looks at his hand and then thinks. He pulls out two he knows he wants to get ride of, and thinks some more before he tosses out the third. "Give me 3 Rampage." he states

Compile discards three of his cards. Rampage deals 3 cards to Compile.

Ray Gun  marches into the residential area and begins looking around, spying the card game he walks over to stand behind Scourge " What is the purpose of this meeting?" he inquires in a dead tone. "Strategic planning?"

The large gun backflips, twists, and separates, becoming the imposing form of Shockwave.

The Predacon then looks to the sixchanger, "How many ya want, loudmouth?"

Your hand consists of: JC QC KD 3S 6H.

Scourge turns back to the 'gun' or actually Shockwave. "Analysis improvement. Sharp rigorous mental training. Human... Poker."

Sixshot looks to Scourge and Compile. "Well I know who has a pair..." He chuckles... "Well now. I believe it shall be." He lays just 2 cards down... "2 for me..."

Sixshot discards two of his cards. Rampage deals 2 cards to Sixshot.

Rampage then tosses two onto the table as well, taking two more. Rampage discards two of its cards. Rampage deals 2 cards to itself.

Scourge starts that long laugh, the evil one. Trying his best to keep in under control. Bluffing? Most likely. Right Shockwave, Percent, high? Probable... Something like that. Placing a stack full of chips in. "Three AL. Match it, and I assure your own demise."

Compile nods "Yea, and if you want in, it's 50 Astroliters." he adds as he does a mental sigh at his hand..... "I'm out of this hand." he states as he folds. Compile puts his hand aside.

Shockwave stands a moment in dead silence "What is the purpose of betting your energon? The only bets i am aware of that are lucrative.. are the bets i placed last day-cycle on your feud with Bonecrusher... This seems a pointless exercise to wager on."

Scourge turns. Obviously looking entertained. "Either you shut your vocalizer, and watch. Or you can leave, and go assess the new plans Motormaster has begun to compile."

Sixshot turns back to Shockwave. "It is a measure of Judging your opponents. Analysis, Fortitude..." He then puts down 3 AL, "If people have it. and Chance."

Rampage can't even figure the probability of how many times he will destroy a turbowolf carcass, which is every time, but he does know that these chumps can't play cards. He quickly tosses his chips in, "I call."

Sixshot looks to Scourge, "Show em."

Scourge looks around. Revealing his cards slowly.

Scourge is holding: JH JS 6D 7H 7S. Rampage is holding: KH KS AS JD 9D.

Scourge turns to Six. "Beat them, or give me my victors."

Sixshot shows one of his cards: QH Sixshot shows one of his cards: 9H Sixshot shows one of his cards: 3H Sixshot shows one of his cards: 4H Sixshot shows one of his cards: 9S Sixshot drops his last card

Scourge laughs manically. Sweeping up the chips. "Foolish."

Compile looks "It's a good thing I folded when I did I guess."

Your nomination for Sixshot has been registered!

Scourge turns to Compile. "It's a good thing to not play against me. Folding just makes that solution easier."

Sixshot says, "Maybe... But I appreciated the look on Scourges face before I dropped that 9 of Spades."

Your nomination for Rampage has been registered!

Shockwave's optic flashes a moment as he zeros his gaze in on Scourge "Negative, neither of your requests are acceptable.. I can however tell you that your slight elevation in rank from myself is hardly anything that would allow for you to speak with such authority. Such hastey slips of YOUR vocalizer.. as to assume you have the clearance to suggest I shut up.. will quickly find both of us at the mercy of Scrapper to reassemble."

Scourge narrows his optics. "My face was unchanging. Like Shockwaves. Only more neutral..."

Compile nods "He's right, but I was in shock at your hand." he states as he waits for th enext hand.

Scourge blinks at Blinky. "It's a game. Not my fauly your personality unit seems to be less active then others. Now, to please you. I will ask. Be quiet. Or exit."

Sixshot says, "Or Join since we need a 4th."

Compile looks and nod s"Yea, join us. YOu can take over Rampage's spot and have a friendly game of cards.

Shockwave nods to Scourge, then promptly declines Sixshots invite "Negative.. I must observe this game before commiting to a strategy, once I am positive on a theory I have I may join."

Sixshot looks to Shockwave, "Its 50 Asroliters to sit... 5 Mililiters Ante... max bet of 3 astros. Show us the mighty intellect at work."

Sixshot looks and notices Compile's 55.5 AL. Scourge's Impressive 61 AL and his 44.5 AL.

Sixshot looks to Scourge, "We need a 4th really. Thats how the Earthin Rules state."

Scourge grabs the deck. Ready to do this quickly. "Your loss Shockwave."

Scourge deals 5 cards to Sixshot. Scourge deals 5 cards to Compile.

Sixshot shrugs or not.

Scourge deals 5 cards to itself.

Sixshot tosses in 5 AL

Scourge does the same.

Compile copies Scourge and Sixshot.

Your hand consists of: 2H 10S 5S 10H AH.

Scourge collects all the cards and starts to shuffle them. Scourge finishes shuffling the cards.

Aether arrives from the NCC Central Hub to the northwest. Aether has arrived.

Reflector arrives from the NCC Central Hub to the northwest. Reflector has arrived.

Scourge and the gang are sitting at a large TF size table. Piles of chips in front of each. Scourge with the most, of course.

Sixshot tries to stop Scourge. "We really need 4 or more. I mean hey I'll take yer energon any day, but its more satisfying with more people."

The trio enter into the area along with Aether, overhearing Sixshot's words, "There are four of us . . ." starts Spectro, "Right here. . ."finishes Viewfinder.

Aether raises an eyebrow at Reflector, but shrugs. She doesn't exactly have rank to disagree. "Is there something I can assist with, sirs? Scourge turns to the newcomers. "Aether. You're playing poker. Sit." Now he pauses. "Um. Reflector. Pick your worst player with the most money, and he shall play."

Sixshot turns around and spies the 4 entering. He spins, "Yeah but you only count as 1 person you mentally linked trio. 1 of you plays... the Others can help."

Compile looks and thinks "I wonder if we can get any..." and he loosk at Flec and the new one. "more players." and he smiles as he loosk at Scourge and Sixshot. "Sure, we got a friendly game of 5 Card Stud going, and we need more people. you need 50 Astroliters to enter, with a min bet of 5 ML.

Sixshot adds max bet of 3 Astros.

Scourge shuffles those cards, pink nails and all. Waiting for the new comers to sit.

Sixshot looks at the four... "Sit... play. Its a test of mental fortitude... observational skills... and titanium orbs."

The trio approach the table, Viewfinder taking a seat while the other two observe, standing off to the side, behind him. Spectro smirks a bit, "No worries everyone . .." Spyglass nods, "We promise not to wander anywhere."

Aether nods, not entirely sure what's going on... but obediently sits anyway. "A gambling game, then. Does anyone have a datafile of the rules and regulations concerning this venture?

Compile looks at Flec and leans over to Six as he mutters something.

Compile mutters to Sixshot, "Watch..."

You whisper " Watch out for wondering eyes." to Sixshot.

Scourge blinks at Aether. "Learn it. Data files are not for everything." There he begins to deal. "Ante up!" Throwing in a chip. Scourge deals 5 cards to Sixshot. Scourge deals 5 cards to Aether.

Compile nods and tosses in his ante of 5 ML.

Reflector antes up.

Scourge deals 5 cards to Reflector.

Aether takes a deep breath, but records everyone's ante levels... then adds her own. "Very well," she states.

Scourge deals 5 cards to Compile. Scourge deals 5 cards to itself.

Sixshot hands the rules over on a datapad. One for Shockwave and Aether. "Lets get this moving." 50 AL appear in various monitary forms in front of Aether and Reflector.

Your hand consists of: JD AC 7C QD 3H.

Viewfinder picks up his cards, and looks them over, the two behind him staying silent. They don't say anything, but rearrange them a bit. Sixshot tosses in his 5 ML and then looks at his cards. He eyes the newcomers as well.

Shockwave takes his hypothesis on this game and scrawls it over the rules after scanning them. Shockwave turns and marches out "I will run these numbers, I will return shortly with a strategy, then I will conquer this game." He begins to head for the door.

Scourge looks to his left. "Reflector. You're bet."

Shockwave moves northwest to the NCC Central Hub. Shockwave has left.

The trio nod, putting up one unit of whatever they bet with.

Your hand consists of: JD AC 7C QD 3H.

Scourge looks then to Aether. "5 ML."

Sixshot darts his eyes over to Reflector

Aether studies the rules for a moment, then frowns... and looks at the bet. "I'll see the 5... and raise it 5 more, for a total of 1 AL." Scourge turns to Compile. "1 Astro."

Compile looks and tosses in his bet of 1 Astro....And this Astro is the Houston kind, and then thinks as he gets ready to toss int he cards he does not want. "I'll take two." he states as he grabs the cards in his hand and sits them on the table and waits for his replacements.

Sixshot smirks, "Well the newcomer raises. I like it... welcome to the table." he turns his optics to compile. the tape and the commander sit with piles larger then Sixshot.

Sixshot tries to thwap Compile, "Not yet!"

Compile blinks "Oh, my bad." he says, picking up the two cards agian.

Specter arrives from the NCC Coastline to the west. Specter has arrived.

Scourge looks to Six. "Finish this."

Sixshot looks at his cards, "I'll see yer 1 AL."

Viewfinder calls as well, "We call . . ." says Viewfinder, looking to Scourge.

Scourge sighs. Tossing in his own Al. "What do you need?"

Mixmaster arrives from the NCC Central Hub to the northwest. Mixmaster has arrived.

Sixshot looks to Viewfinder, "How many cards ya need?" he grumbles

Reflector discards two of their cards.

Aether looks through the discard pile.

Sixshot tries to Slap Aether's hand, "thats Cheating sister!"

Sixshot succeeds in grasping Aether, throwing her off-balance.

Spectro looks to Scourge, "Two cards, please."

Scourge deals 2 cards to Reflector.

Aether discards one of her cards.

Aether glances at the five cards before her, frowning. Is this something good, or...? "I'll take... ah... wait," she frowns, staring at her hand. Hesitantly, she pulls one out, laying it on the table. "I'll... take one."

Scourge deals 1 card to Aether.

Your hand consists of: JD AC 7C QD 3H.

Compile loosk and tosses in his 1 Al and then askes for "Two cards." he says as he hands his two cards in.

Compile discards two of his cards. Scourge deals 2 cards to Compile.

Your hand consists of: JD AC QD 3S KS.

Sixshot discards two of his cards.

Aether spends the time while other players draw their cards to study on rules and variations in the game. Stud, draw, wild, hold'em... "Intriguing," she whispers, mostly to herself.

Sixshot states 2 Sixshot states "2"

Scourge deals 2 cards to Sixshot. Scourge discards four of its cards. Scourge deals 4 cards to itself.

Scourge looks over his cards. "Your bet Reflector."

Reflector calls the current bet on the table, raising the stakes by half an astro-liter. He merely nods, motioning for the game to continue. Announcement: [MUSH Announcer]: Remember: Take time to smell the roses and RP with your surroundings!

Scourge nods to Aether. "Bet is at 5 ML."

Aether glances at the current pot, frowning, then back at her hand. Perhaps, if she understood the rules better... After watching Reflector raise by half an astroliter, she squints at him. "I'll see your 5 ML," she states, eying the current pot in front of her. "And raise you... 2.5 AL." Her face a mixture of confusion and determination, she tosses six half-mil chips to the center of the table.

8.5 AL is on the table raised to 11.5 AL.

Scourge nods. "Max bet. 3 AL. Compile, you're bet."

Compile looks and blinks "alright Aether, I bet three Al and raise it by another 2.5 AL." states the as hewaits, watching those at the table and hoping that maybe some more will decide to join in on the game. :)

Scourge growls. "3 is Maximum Compile!"

Compile mutters "Alright, bet max."

Sixshot shrugs, "In anycase I fold. Lady looks tough over there." Sixshot folds, putting his hand aside.

Scourge nods dropping in 3. "I call. All of you."

The trio look to the pot, then their cards, and drop them, hmming, "We're out . . ."

'Flec must match or Fold

Reflector folds, putting their hand aside.

Scourge looks around. "Show the cards. Fools."

Aether is holding: 5D 8D 10D 6D 10S.

Spectro looks behind them and notices Mixmaster who just entered the place. He nods to him, and moves around a bit so Mix can join in.

Aether says, "Pair of tens."

Sixshot leans back and low and behold he seems lime green, "Scrapper there you... Oh. Mixmaster. Care to play a little Poker?"

Viewfinder looks to Scourge, saying, "Is that an order, sir?" he grins a bit, "Back when we used to play this, we didn't show our cards so lightly."

Scourge glares at the single part of the trio. Not speaking, awating Compile to show.

Compile looks and nods showing his hand.

Compile is holding: JD AC QD 3S KS.

Scourge smiles wide. Showing once more.

Scourge is holding: AD 4D AS 10C 5S.

Scourge says, "Pair of Aces. Once more. You have been vanquished!"

Sixshot is glad he bowed out

Aether smiles. "Well played."

Compile collects all the cards and starts to shuffle them.

Compile finishes shuffling the cards.

Mixmaster trudges into the Plaza.. just to trudge, really. Hello, what is going on here? "I thought you had a beating to administer to my brother, Scourge?" he asks the dealer. "At least this is something I'll happily wager a bet on."

Compile looks up "Hey Mixxy, join in." and he waits for Scourge or Sixshot to tell him the rules. as he shuffles

Scourge glares at the Green. Glaring often tonight. "Within due time. Let me steal these intrepid scrap's energy rations first. It shall take place in the next few cycles."

Sixshot looks to the table noing Scourge's Impressive 73.5 AL... Compile has 51. Aether has 45.5. Reflec has 48 and Sixshot sits with 43. Sixshot tosses in 5.

Scourge the same.

Compile bets his five as he deals the cards.

Viewfinder puts in the 5 half-liters, waiting for the trio's cards.

Aether tosses in her 5ML ante, glancing around the plaza. Amusing game, this... 'Poker.'

Sixshot looks to Mixmaster, "50 AL to enter... ante is 5 ML 1 Al =10 ML. Max bet is 3 AL."

Mixmaster shrugs. "I'm not gonna bother wagering that he is going to beat you, you know.." he says as he finds himself a seat. "But I think he's underestimated at least a little. I think he might at least loosen a few pieces of plating. Or something." He breaks open a case of energon goodies he was saving. Funny how our fuel, nourishment, and currency is the same thing, isn't it? "It's not bad.." he mutters to Aether.

Sixshot says it really really quick cause damn it he is tired of explaining. He is also losing.

Compile deals 5 cards to Sixshot.

Scourge is luckily winning, so he will ignore Mixmaster. Awaiting the cards.

Compile deals 5 cards to Reflector.

Compile deals 5 cards to Scourge.

Compile deals 5 cards to Aether.

Compile deals 5 cards to Mixmaster.

Compile deals 5 cards to himself.

Your hand consists of: 5C AH 7S 9D 9S.

Mixmaster pops down his 5 astros. He assumes there is some form of pose order as well.

Sixshot looks to Mixmaster, "5 Mililiter Ante." Yes wrong Math but who cares. He looks over his cards. Damn he has been losing. He is now grumpy and dispondant.

The trio drop down their ante, hmming as they look at their cards.

Sixshot tosses 2 AL in the pot.

Compile loosk at his hand and asks as he tosses in the Al that is needed, as he asks. "Ok, what do you guys need card wise?" he says to Sixshot first.

Scourge hmms looking over his cards once more. Tossing his own chips in. "2? Gutless." Matching the 2 AL.

Sixshot groans, "Wait till we bet!" He grumps. You think Compile would have gotten it by now. His optics follow the betting order. No pose order more of just a mess of Cons around a table betting on cards and having dome OOC fun.

Sixshot settles his eyes back on Viewfinder.

Scourge growls a long with Sixshot. "Reflector, make a slagging bet. I want to win this hand already."

The trio nod to scourge, Viewfinder adding in their bet, and calling, "We were merely waiting for out turn." he says, "We call . . ."

Mixmaster's optics flicker as he attempts to interpret his cards. "Uh..." he struggles with the game's intricacies. Watch his attempt at a poker face later. He puts his 2 AL down since everyone else is. "Is four of the same thing a good thing?"

Aether squints at the hand, pondering her chances, then fingering the chips in front of her... "I'll see the two," she offers... suddenly offering a smile to Scourge. "And unlike some gutless drones here, I'll RAISE it one more, to the maximum of three."

Sixshot oooos as Aether calls Scourge a gutless drone.

Sixshot waits to see if Scourge kills Aether right there on the spot.

Scourge tightens his grasp on another AL chip. Watching Compile, if the tape will all or not.

Compile facepalms at Mixmaster and thinks as he could run with this. He could be an evil con and say yes, it is, but he keeps his mouth shut. "Humm, I see your bet ." he states to Aether. His face neutral, like Shockwaves, only Shox can do it since he has a blinking one eye....and how does he see and talk at the same time if he has only one optics and no mouth?"

Sixshot turns his optics to Scourge placing his head in the palm of his hands elblow on the table. he taps the side of his metallic cheek awaiting Mixmasters bet.

Aether fingers her cards as she waits for everyone else to either call, or fold.

The trio put in the one extra chip, "We call . . ." Viewfinder looks to Scourge, "Can you please order them to get on with the game?"

Scourge continues gripping his one chip. Eventually throwing it in. Ignoring the trio. Sixshot tosses his Chip in

Compile tosses his in as well.

Sixshot notices 20.5 AL is in the Pot

Mixmaster looks up from his cards.. apparently noone is telling him about his four of a kind. It must be a good thing! He looks up and throws another energon chip in. Like everyone else.

Sixshot is first up for new cards. "1 Card."

Sixshot discards one of his cards.

Reflector discards one of their cards.

Scourge drops 3.

Scourge discards two of his cards.

Sixshot deals 1 card to himself.

Your hand consists of: 5C AH 7S 9D 9S.

Aether separates her hand into two piles of cards, then tosses a small stack into the pile. "Three cards, please." Blinking, she looks at Scourge. "A mighty hand indeed."

Compile discards two of his cards.

Mixmaster likes his cards. Everyone seems to think they are special! "None for me..." He tries working who the little man on one of his cards is.

Aether discards three of her cards.

Compile emits "3 please."

Sixshot deals 3 cards to Scourge.

Sixshot deals 1 card to Reflector.

Sixshot deals 3 cards to Aether.

Mixmaster reconsiders. "Can I keep these cards and get some more?"

Viewfinder looks to Sixshot, raising an index finger. When they receive their one card they look to their hand, and wait patiently.

Scourge discards one of his cards.

Sixshot deals 2 cards to Compile.

Your hand consists of: AH 9D 9S 2C 3H.

Sixshot tosses in 3 AL

Scourge does the same.

Compile tosses in 3 AL as well.

Aether sits back in the chair, pondering her hand. Intriguing.

The trio look at the pot, seeming a bit annoyed, "Can't raise on a three?" asks Viewfinder of Scourge, as they throw in the 3 AL, waiting on the response. ..

Scourge shakes his head firmly. "3 Maximum. Must I paint it into one of you?"

Aether nods, calling the three. "I would suggest raising the maximum, though, if everyone wishes for it to be so."

The trio smile, "Of course, Commander . . ." says Viewfinder, as Spectro looks to the cards again, "we suppose that is your choice . . ." the tone sounds neutral. . . though not quite.

Sixshot shrugs, "I'm for it if you are Commander."

Mixmaster struggles with the numbers.. "Hook is the one who is good at math.." and throws in three more. That's six he's spent now. He'd better win.

Scourge just looks at his cards. "We finished?"

Mixmaster isn't good at math, didn't he just say?

Sixshot guesses so

Sixshot says, "Its Called. Guess I'm showing"

Aether peers at her cards. "So... how did everyone fare?"

Sixshot is holding: 10H 2S 2H 10C 5H.

Sixshot adds, "2 pair ain't bad... 10s and 2s." He says rather smugly.

Aether says, "Two pair. Very nice." She smiles. "But it still doesn't beat my Devil's hand.""

Compile is holding: AH 9D 9S 2C 3H.

Aether is holding: 6H 6C KS 8D 6D.

Scourge shows as well.

Scourge is holding: 10D JC JD 10S 9H.

Reflector is holding: AS JH AC AD QH.

The trio look a bit depressed, "Three aces . . ."

Aether peers at Reflector, smiling quietly. "Very well played, sirs." Scourge throws his cards across the table.

Mixmaster proudly shows his cards. "Four of a kind!"

Mixmaster is holding: 7D JS 5D 4D 2D.

Compile blinks at Mixmaster and loosk at Flec..

A large sweatdrop slides down Aether's superdeformed head.

Spyglass looks to Mixmaster, "Mixmaster . . . they have to be the same numbers, not the same . . ." Viewfinder just sighs, and the trio collect their Lewt, humming to themselves, "Next hand?"

Aether says, "I have a proposition for the next hand."

Mixmaster looks angrily at The trio.."WHAT? YOU.. oh, slag it. I'll just steal some more from Scrapper." He antes.

Sixshot curses this blasphemus hand. "Of all the damned Luck!" He tosses his cards onto the table. Bloody energon lost. I think Six might have a gambling problem cause although he loses he never stops."

Sixshot gets up from the Table, "I'm spent."

Aether holds her ante chip up. "Might I suggest a slight change in pace? There are several variations to this game. One of them is called... Five Card Stud. The rules seem far more intriguing... and the stakes, potentially far higher, if you are interested." She peers at Scourge. "A chance to win significantly and decisively, sir."

Scourge waves off Aether. "Sure. Just deal the damn cards."

The trio look to Aether, Viewfinder hmming, "So, pure luck?" the look between each other, shrugging, "Sure. Deal . . ."

Aether nods, taking the deck, after tossing in her chip.

Sixshot picks up his 36.5 AL and walks off. He leaves Aether with 38 AL. Reflector with a whopping 80.5 AL. Scourge with 67 AL. Compile with 44.5 AL. Last is Mix with 43.5 AL.

Aether deals 1 card to Scourge.

Aether deals 1 card to Mixmaster.

Aether deals 1 card to Compile.

Aether deals 1 card to Reflector.

Aether deals 1 card to herself.

Mixmaster is holding: 7D JS 5D 4D 2D 7H.

Aether deals 1 card (7C) to Scourge.

Aether deals 1 card (3D) to Mixmaster.

Aether deals 1 card (QD) to Reflector.

Mixmaster discards five of his cards.

Aether collects all the cards and starts to shuffle them.

Aether finishes shuffling the cards.

Aether deals 1 card to Scourge.

Aether deals 1 card to Mixmaster.

Aether deals 1 card to Compile.

Aether deals 1 card to Reflector.

Aether deals 1 card to herself.

Your hand consists of: 8D.

Aether deals 1 card (9D) to Scourge.

Aether deals 1 card (9H) to Mixmaster.

Aether deals 1 card (4S) to Compile.

Aether deals 1 card (KC) to Reflector.

Aether deals 1 card (8S) to herself.

Aether says, "High card at Reflector. Your bid, sirs."

Mixmaster is holding: 10C 9H.

Mixmaster shows everyone his cards, "Are these any good?"

Scourge takes his money, quite assure he is the winner. "Don't kill yourselfs wasting the energon you may have left." With that he strides out.

The trio plop down an AL, "There's our bet. Move on!"

Scourge moves north to the NCC Arena. Scourge has left.

Aether is next, and calls the bet. "One AL to you, Mixmaster."

Mixmaster shrugs as he throws another chip in. "I'm waiting..."

Aether looks to Compile...

Compile tosses in a chip as well.

Aether says, "Bets are closed. Next card..."

Aether deals 1 card (5C) to Mixmaster.

Aether deals 1 card (6D) to Compile.

Aether deals 1 card (5S) to Reflector.

Aether deals 1 card (5H) to herself.

Your hand consists of: 8D 4S 6D.

Aether says, "High card still to Reflector. Your bet, sir?"

The trio look to the cards as they're dealt, then look to Aether, scrutinizing, "You sure you shuffled those?" asks Viewfinder as they look to their hand again. Having the best stuff showing, they lead the betting, "Half an AL." says Spyglass, putting in 5 ML's.

Aether says, "Call," tossing in her half AL. "Mixmaster?"

Mixmaster continues to struggle. "I guess.." he throws an AL in. He suddenly dawns on something. He looks up to Aether, "Actually.. who ARE you?"

Compile blinks and tosses inhis chip "I'm still in.

Aether deals 1 card (3H) to Mixmaster.

Aether deals 1 card (QH) to Compile.

Aether deals 1 card (9C) to Reflector.

Aether deals 1 card (2C) to herself.

Aether deals 1 card to Mixmaster.

Objects: 1  Limit: 2

Aether deals 1 card to Compile.

Aether deals 1 card to Reflector.

Aether deals 1 card to herself.

Created: Object #8600.

Your hand consists of: 8D 4S 6D QH AD.

Reflector is holding: AC KC 5S 9C 10S.

Aether is holding: QS 8S 5H 2C 7H.

Mixmaster is holding: 10C 9H 5C 3H QD.

Compile is holding: 8D 4S 6D QH AD.

Mixmaster wins! Mixmaster WINS!

No, he doesn't. But that's ok. Flec collects their winings, and heads on off.

Reflector moves northwest to the NCC Central Hub. Reflector has left.

Compile looks "Hey you little punk.

You move northwest to the NCC Central Hub.

NCC Central Hub

This is the very center of New Crystal City and serves as the gateway to the other areas. There are spires that reach up high into the sky and domes that crouch down low to the ground, facilities constructed purely of transparent materials, and even tunnels that travel into the ground. Vast sky-roads loom overhead, providing access to many of the buildings in a mad crisscross pattern. Among the buildings one can access from the central hub are the gleaming crystal dome-like command center, the hardy bunker-like medical ward, and the huge metal Coliseum-inspired arena. The various roadways travel to other parts of the city, including a decrepit sky-road that plunges underground to the dungeon, a wide low road to the residential plaza, a short bridge that travels to the elevated spaceport, and a twisting, winding maze of a street that leads out to the coastline.

Contents: Trypticon Decepticon Sensor #1792 The Powerbase

Obvious exits: North leads to Mount R'Lyeh. Northeast leads to NCC Dungeon. Northwest leads to NCC Medical Ward. South leads to NCC Coastline. Southeast leads to NCC Residential Plaza. Southwest leads to NCC Spaceport. East leads to NCC Arena. West leads to NCC Central Command. Fly

 Compile says, "Reflector...come back here you little three piece freak.... give me back my money..."  Reflector says, "We won it fair and square, ya pint-sized unabomber. If you want it, win it."  Mixmaster says, "I thought four of a kind was good!"  Galvatron says, "..."  Compile says, "Unabomber...I'll show you unabomber...."  Galvatron says, "WHAT IN THE NAME OF PLANTOK." You will now hear messages on channel .  Compile says, "We were playing cards and Flect took off with the money.."  Reflector says, "Poker, Sir. Scourge organized a game as a good inter-group team building exercise.  We won."  Mixmaster says, "I THOUGHT FOUR OF A KIND WAS GOOD!"  Galvatron says, "Four of a kind is good."  Reflector says, "he had four same colors, sir. Not numbers."  Mixmaster says, "Well.. why didn't I win?" <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Nothing, Pair, Two Pair, Three of a kind, Straight, Flush, Full House, Four of a Kind, Straight Flush, Royal Flush." <Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "They wren't just colours! That had that same little shape on them.." <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Only four?" <Decepticon> Reflector sighs, "Yes, sir, only four . . . he had nothing." <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "You require five to have anything of use. Or numbers in sequence." <Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Well, I had the one with the man on it, with the black shape." <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "And what did Reflector have?" <Decepticon> Reflector says, "An ace and a king, sir. We had the high card." <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Amongst five of you.  An ace and a king won?" <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "You all suck. Except Scourge." <Decepticon> Compile nods "Yes sir." <Decepticon> Reflector says, "we had three aces the hand before. And scourge pulled out of the game at the end." <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "He didn't pull out. He withdrew from boredom." <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "RIGHT?!" <Decepticon> Reflector says, "Yes sir. Whatever he or you say, sir." <Decepticon> Compile says, "Actually, I think he withdrew, cause he felt that we were not giving him a challange." <Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Oh, uh.. sure." <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Scourge. Report.  Does Reflector speak truth?  Did he really win?" <Decepticon> Reflector says, "or he was tired of hearing Mixmaster not know the rules." <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "With a king and an ace, the suckitude was great." <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Ah Scourge. How I miss the days of lawn darts." <Decepticon> Shockwave says, "I observed this activity for a time lord. While I do admitit seemed to entertain, I found it a worthless pursuit, I tried to reach a solid tactic to achieve victory continuously, but in my tsting of my hypothesis I have found this..poker nothing more than a randomly won waste of energon." <Decepticon> Reflector says, "Lord Galvatron, have you ever played horseshoes with hand grenades?" <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "No Shockwave. Poker is won through the art of bluffing." <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "And knowing statistics." <Decepticon> Shockwave says, "Interesting, both I excel at" <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "And horseshoes with handgrenades is boring, Flec. Unless, of course..." <Decepticon> Reflector says, "Yes. Unfortunately, bluffing wasn't allowed in these games.  The upper cap was set at 3 AL's by our Commander, to ensure fairness." <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Bluffing was not allowed?!" <Decepticon> Reflector says, "we were thinking of the Seattle Space needle, actually." <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "WHAT TREACHERY IS THIS?!" <Decepticon> Compile says, "Lord Galvatron, the next time we capture an Autobot, can we use him as a dart?" <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "You cheapen it! And OOOOOO" <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "Yes Compile." <Decepticon> Compile says, "Thank you Lord." <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "I demand the Decepticons hold a factionwide poker championship." <Decepticon> Galvatron says, "I wonder who will win." <Decepticon> Shockwave says, "Yes, I believe next time this game is held I will participate. This bluffing seems dependant on facial control? and statistics... need you even bother to test my abilities?" <Decepticon> Galvatron opens his rulebook, "As I thought. Nevertheless, we will have the championship!" <Decepticon> Reflector says, "Sir, we respectfully submit that Soundwave not be allowed in this championship." <Decepticon> Long Haul says, "Don't fergit luck, Commander!" <Decepticon> Mixmaster says, "Uh.. I'll just provide the refreshments or something. I don't like this game."