The Energon Pub

Kolkular Forge

Long-Haul was still in the forge after his little confrontation with the sweeps and the one femme. "Slaggin sweeps; why did I even take part of building them. Oh yeah lord Megatron wanted improved flyers and I just happen to be around that I was ordered......slag", mumbled Long-Haul before getting a signal that injured were arriving.

"Ah I might aswell go help out; hey maybe I can go laugh at something," spoke Long-Haul exitting the forge and heading towrds the medical bay.

Kolkular Medical bay

After what seemed like vorns, Long-Haul made it to the medical bay, entering the somewat cheery looking place.
"so...anybody in here; other then mindless drone's?" spoke Long-Haul, sarcastically to up his mood a litte.

Kokular-Corridors

Hook was clearly short of a few neccesary neural sensors, but he seemed intelligent enough to process something fun to do.

"Well I thought that as well, imagine my surprise when I see you, a lunatic with a dismembered head whispering under his breath."

His face was at a permanent smirk, clearly showing that he loved tortuing the larger scientist.

"Anyways, I'm just bored thats all. Not much to do when the whole army has gone off to destroy the whole slaggin' planet."

He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

Kolkular – the medical bay.

"Unfortunately." She replies Long-Haul with a chuckle while laying on the table as the medics are patching her up. She looks towards him. "Some autobot got lucky and damaged me pretty bad. But enough about me, how are you?" Her tone is cheerful enough.
Luckily they medics were nearly done with her repairs. She couldn't take another astro-second in here. Then again they've been 'almost done' for a while.
It didn't help that she insisted that she got nothing but the best in repairs to be as perfect as possible. She held a double duty as a warrior, and a diplomat after all and looks are always important.

Kolkular - Corridors

Walking off toward the Medical Bay with Blastwave following, Scrapper heard Aftershock say something as the pair approached. Hnn...I do recall something on the duty rosters about this one being assigned to Forge security detail. Sadly, it appears he doesn't even know where the Forge is.

"Accompany us to the Medical Bay. You and Blastwave will assist my Constructicons if necessary, and no doubt the combat commanders will have some assignment for you soon enough," he told the two relatively new Decepticons. Shepherding the rookie warriors was hardly normal duty for Scrapper, but his sociability and general good cheer was something Scrapper was notorious for among the Decepticon. His popularity and good nature had won him the post of Constructicon leader over the arguably more talented Hook, even. Speaking of...

>>"Hook, report to the Med Bay. We've got a lot of work to do, old buddy."<< He sent a similar message to the other Constructicons as well, who were probably en route if not already in the Medical Bay of the fortress.

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Kolkular - Medical Bay

Arriving in the Medical Bay with his wayward charges in tow, Scrapper was quite intrigued to see the various Sweeps returning from battle. He was quite curious to see how the drones as well as the sentient versions of the Sweeps - Decepticons like Discord and Torment - had performed in battle. Ah yes...I'm looking forward to it already...a nice dish of energon snacks...a bit of high-grade to sip on...and the battle ROMs to watch in my quarters! He would perhaps even invite the entire Constructicon team to his quarters and make an event of it. A little more team-building never hurts!

Striding proudly over to where Long Haul was tending to Discord, Scrapper put a friendly hand on the materials transport's shoulder.

"How's she holding up, Long Haul?" he asked. "I trust you had a successful battle, my dear?" he then asked the Sweep.

Kolkular - Med Bay

"She appear's to be holding fine. Though I enjoy laughing at her predictament", replied Long Haul still staring at Discord.

"You know; this is what you get for hitting on the sweeps, A whole lot of pain. Especially Macabre, he was a pain in building due to making him look scary, oohhh", said Long Haul. Long Haul appears to be slightly disgruntled when he spoke about building the one specific sweep.

Kolkular - Corridors

"Heh." Said Hook. "That's a dismembered Autobot head, my first kill." He lied. "Anyway, I don't know what you could do, I don't even have anything to do myself, even with all of my talent..." Hook said to Rancid, pausing mid sentence. "Scratch that, Scrapper needs me in the Med Bay, tag along if you must, its usually a good place for a couple of laughs." Hook stood up and started to walk towards the med bay, not caring if Rancid was following or not.

>>"Scrapper, I'm on my way, make sure there's some left for me, its about time I had me some fun">>

Kolkular - Medical Bay

Blastwave followed Scrapper and sat down on one of the metal beds. He expected someone would open him up to check his condition, "So, any idea what is wrong with me?

Aftershock walked over and sat down next to Blastwave.

"If there's something wrong with you, it's that you're gullible. I did the same thing once, only I didn't actually kick any doors in. But what I learned from my mistake is that if someone tips you off like that and isn't willing to bring down the Autobot himself or even back you up, then he's probably the Autobot."

Aftershock stood back up and looked around the room.

"There's a lot of bodies in here." He got quieter. "So many bodies returning from battle, beaten, broken." Even quieter, "Bodies returning from battle, a battle I should have been fighting." Almost a wisper now, "If only I had been there... then maybe I could have done something, anything to stop that Autobot before he killed..."

Aftershock stopped suddenly as he detected someone coming.

"Probably more bodies, hopefully alive. unlike... my... friend..?

Kolkular

It had taken sometime for the Decepticon Leader to return to his fortress. His shuttle had been destroyed by the crash landing of Grimlock’s ship, so he had to fly back under his own power. It didn’t matter now though, because Megatron had returned to his fortress and capital.

He set down in front of the main entrance and quickly stalked into the fortress. He was not happy how the confrontation on the moon had ended. Optimus Prime still functioned and Grimlock and his little band of moronic followers had returned. Those were both setbacks to his plans, but only minor ones assuming the planned assaults across Cybertron had gone according to plan. Still, his continued failure to terminate Optimus Prime gnawed away at him.

As he made his way to the cradle where he would have nearly instant access to information from all of his commanders, he decided to check up on the fortress itself. >>”Scrapper, report status on Kolkular and the incoming wounded. I take it little of consequence has occurred here during my absence?”<<

Kolkular

Scourge had followed in Lord Megatron's wake the entire journey home, his twisted mind seething with discontentment. They had been routed. That vain yellow Autobot worm had dared to insult and wound him. Worst of all, Optimus Prime still functioned.

It had not been a glorious cycle for the Decepticon Empire. But perhaps that was soon to change. The Sweep Commander was aware of the other offensives taking place across Cybertron. It galled the sociopathic tracker that others might win glory where he had failed. It was simply not acceptable.

When at long last the group landed in Kolkular, Scourge proceeded to the repair bay immediately. The drones busily assessed the damage to his systems. His wings and his left hand were in relatively good condition. However, the scorched remains of his right hand would need to be replaced entirely.

Not that finding the parts would be difficult. Even if spares had not been readily available, the components could be taken from one of his numerous copies. It was an advantage he had over Sixshot and Cyclonus: His frame was expendable. Only his spark held any importance.

As the drones began repairs, Scourge increased the sensitivity of his pain receptors. He let the sensations wash over him, centering his thoughts on a single thing.

Revenge.

One drone moved to patch up the scar on his faceplate. "Leave it," her coldly commanded the automaton. The scar would remain until the one who given it to him was repaid sevenfold. Only then, when Sunstreaker lay demolished at his feet, would the chaos hound be complete again.

The Sweep let out a harsh growl as the drones severed his ruined hand. "Work faster!" he hissed venomously. The hunter wished to be combat-ready as soon as possible. He had work to do.

Kolkular – the medical bay.

Discord looks at Scrapper "Ah, well we managed to cause severe harm to a handful of the Autobots but a large ship had crashed into the moon. That event caused Megatron to order our retreat." She tried to spin a positive light on the battle, but frowned a tad as she continued. "But we did loose a few drones. Torment, Scourge, and others took considerable damage as did I." She sounded concerned over the welfare of her Sweeps kin. "The last I saw it seemed that there were Autobots on that ship. Someone shot at Emperor Megatron from it. He survived to my great delight."
She smiled a bit speaking to both Constructicons "And what have the mighty Constructicons been up to?" She doesn't seem bothered by Long-haul's reply to Scrapper, and is pretty sincere about the compliment despite a momentary desire to rip Long-haul's head off then well, the rest is best left un-thought of. This brought on by his amusement at her suffering.
They not only helped build the Sweeps, but they are one of the main forces responsible for having wonderful things like bases on top of being pretty good warriors and a combiner. They are a powerful component in the Decepticon faction to say the least. She might be a little biased though.

She practically ignored the presence of Aftershock and Blastwave not recognizing them at all.

However she saw the Sweeps Commander Scourge enter and begin repairs ordering the drones to go faster. She looks very pleased to see him active, and getting repairs but as the diplomat of the sweeps she kept the bulk of her attention on the Constructicons in the pursuit of keeping them on good terms with the major leaders of the Decepticon empire.

Kolkular – Repair bay

Torment landed most ungracefully behind Scourge. Transforming, he walked silently behind the lead sweep. He was angered that the Yellow autobot had melted his thrusters shut and rendered his robot mode flightless. The dents from his fall were obvious on his Halloween hued torso. His optics flashed as he entered the repair bay. He gave a glance in Discord's direction and continued over to an empty table. Lifting his legs to allow the drones to get to his thrusters. His attention focused on the Constructicons as the drones worked. He could hear Scourge growling at the medic drones that attended him, but did not turn his head. He would speak with the hunter later, when he wasn’t so agitated. Strangely Torment was calm for all the discontent that welled within. Megatron had returned undamaged and Prime had gotten a taste at what was to come. Stupid Auto fool.

He listened to the conversation between Scrapper, Long-Haul and Discord. He was well aware the transport Constructicon was moody and held contempt against the sweeps, he heard it in his voice and saw tell tale of it in his actions. If his mouth had not been a metal faceplate a grin would have crossed Torment’s face. The disgruntled con should be more careful of how he played with his creations, they were liable to bite.

The drones moved to his armor, popping out the dents and refitting him with new pieces. His thrusters had been replaced with new ones left over from the building of the sweep drones. Standing now, he walked over to Scourge, waiting for his medic drones to finish. Silent as always he gave a small salute and stood ready to take his next order from the now scarred Sweeps leader.

Kokular-Med Bay

Rancid stood away from the others not really drawing any attention to himself. He yawned as Discord ranted on about the obvious. He then drew his attention to Aftershock,the whispering fool, had noticed him walk in.

"What're you lookin' at?" He sneered, he didn't want to be unkind, it was really just instinct for him to be rude.

Kolkular - Medical Bay

"Ah yes, it is good to hear that Emperor Megatron is still functioning well," Scrapper nodded as Discord told him the events of the moon mission, "but of course, our Emperor always comes back alive. That's simply how he is, and thank Primus for it!"

A comm message reached Scrapper's processors and he snapped his fingers once, cheerfully. "Speak of the Emperor himself."

>>"All is well on the home front, Lord Megatron," he reported. "The Forge has been producing Sweep drones at the maximum possible rate, but energy and raw materials limitations have hampered us somewhat. I suspect our foray into the Tagan Heights might change all that soon, however."<<

If Scorponok had been successful in taking the Heights, the Constructicons would soon be in their version of heaven, with more than a third of the entire planet's extant resources and production capacity at their disposal. Scrapper smiled broadly behind his mouthplate at the thought.

Kolkular – the medical bay.

She notes brother Torment getting his repairs done, and also notes how fast they were. She couldn't help but be jealous since the medics here had to pull large bits of shrapnel of the unstable surface of the moon out of her back from her hard landing. Apparently she just was not lucky that battle.
That and he has one of the best poker faces in the Sweeps with that faceplate.

And she noticed Scourge being understandably irate over the damage he took.

She glanced at Rancid for his yawn taking note of his actions.
Her report might be obvious, but she was asked for it. And news of new enemies is always important.

And lastly a smile crosses her lips as Scrapper's mention of the emperor. She lets him report to the Emperor in peace.

The last repairs were completed and she sat up on the slab looking at her finely manicured, very sharp talons.
"Ah, I almost forgot how nice it can be." She pauses, then chuckles "Ah, who am I kidding? It's so hard to forget the finer things in life. I love the finer things." She puts on a grin then slides off the table, approaching Torment and Scourge. "It is good to see you in good repair, brother Torment, and you as well, Commander Scourge." She bows with a formality to Scourge. "Do you have orders for me, my Commander?"
She is not as well informed as those of higher rank so sometimes orders were a surprise. Like a gift wrapped present which usually contained something that interested her.

Kolkular - Medical Bay

Hook walked into the medical bay and glanced around. His gaze lay momentarily on Rancid

'Huh? Strange.' He thought. 'That kid beat me here. Oh well'

Hook walked up to Scrapper

"So, what's going on then? Anything I can do?" He asked Scrapper

Kaon - Airspace

"That's the hope." Said Triggerhappy, replying to Astrotrain as the two Decepticons crossed over from Polyhex into Kaon airspace.

Triggerhappy could see Kolkular in the distance.

'Almost there now, not long to go' He thought. 'Soon I'll truly be fully functional again, then I can prove I'm a worthy warrior, then the laughing and the mocking will stop... I hope.'

Aftershock came to his senses at the sound of Rancid's voice. He had a habit of staring at those who made an effort not to stick out, as it is a sniper's job to spot those that others do not.

"I'm lookin' at you."

Aftershock knew he was facing a tough-guy Decepticon, but he knew that those types appreciated push-back and saw submission as a sign of weakness.

"D'you have a problem with that?"

Aftershock knew Rancid would probably have a problem with that. But he was having a boring day and could use some entertainment.

Kaon-Med Bay

Rancid looked up at the larger bot and smirked.

"Maybe I do, what're you gonna do about it?"

He knew how to push buttons, and he needed something to do. He'd probably get into a physical confrontation with Aftershock rather than the vocal debate he had always strived for.

Kolkular

Soundwave had remained silent as Megatron made his way in to the Decepticon fortress of Kolkular. After the results of the battle, it was a distinct likelihood that Megatron would not want to be addressed with the concerns of the breem.

Instead, the Communications officer had simply followed, casting his gaze toward the random Decepticons he encountered on his way to the Cradle.

And what then?

They would have to wait and hear what progress was being made on their other fronts, such as the assault in the Tagan Heights. The resources to be gained there would prove most beneficial indeed. From there, they could take on more than simple outlying territories. Moreover, every victory would be as symbolic as it was practical to their ongoing war efforts. And that was a resource that Soundwave had always been able to deal skillfully in.

Kolkular - Med Bay

Satisfied with the condition of Discord and the other Sweeps, Scrapper smiled behind his faceplate once more at the thought of reviewing the battle ROMs for any useful data regarding upgrades and modifications to the latest line of Decepticon aerial drones. He was pulled from his cheery reverie by some insults hurled between other Decepticons. Scrapper himself had never much cared for insults, seeing them as more an impediment to team-building than anything else. As such, the sound of angry conversation tended to have quite an effect on the otherwise wholly, typically psychotic Decepticon engineer. Walking over to where Rancid and Aftershock stood exchanging words, he tried to defuse the situation as best he could.

"Come on now, fellas," he said cheerfully, putting one hand on Rancid's shoulder and the other on Aftershock's. "Surely we can all enjoy each other's company on such a nice orn, eh?"

Leaving those two to resolve their issue - hopefully by cheerfully acknowledging that they were both Decepticons and as such brothers, more or less - Scrapper went over to where Blastwave sat on an exam table.

"Now, let's have a look at the ol' cranial module, shall we?" From a nearby table Scrapper took a diagnostic scanner and activated it. After a moment of careful scanning, he looked to Blastwave.

"I've got good news, and, well, just good news. No real bad news, since the problem seems to be nothing more than a poorly adjusted sigil identification subroutine," he explained. "You see, your combat processor isn't recognizing the difference between Autobot and Decepticon sigils, making you think there are Autobots present in Kolkular."

He chuckled slightly, using his typically pleasant bedside manner with his patient. "Of course, that's just silly. No Autobot alive could sneak into Kolkular unnoticed by the security systems."

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Approaching Kolkular

>>"Materials transport Astrotrain requesting permission to land with escort Triggerhappy," the Triplechanger broadcast to Kolkular's security system and whomever was manning it. Receiving a confirmation code, he watched as a pair of doors on the fortress' massive Aerodrome slid open.

"There we go, Trig," he told the gunner. "They opened door nineteen for us. Hopefully we don't have to dawdle too long finding the Constructicons," he said. "You never know how Megatron's going to be when you have to go to his fortress. Old Slagmaker isn't exactly known for hospitality, and you never know when he might decide to downsize someone...for additional efficiency."

Cutting altitude, Astrotrain headed for the Aerodrome.

Approaching Kolkular
"Yeah. Been plain sailing so far, just hope it stays the same once we're inside." Triggerhappy replied to Astrotrain " Of course there wasn't likely to be any trouble on the way here, when we go to Tagan Heights however, that'll be when the trouble, or fun as I like to call it, will begin. It'll be good to shot at something again." He said, had he been in robot mode, Triggerhappy would have been sneering.

Triggerhappy entered the aerodome ahead of Astrotrain and landed. He transformed and and looked around.

"So, where's the welcome wagon?" He asked, looking around while waiting for Astrotrain to land.

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Kolkular - Med Bay

Hook waited for a reply from Scrapper. But none came, instead Scrapper seemed not to have noticed Hook's presence at all.

'Why the nerve of that guy... calm down Hook, its nothing. Just wait and then take out your anger on the injured' He thought to himself.

"Hey Scrapper!" Hook bellowed. "What do you need me to do?"

Kolkular – The Cradle

Megatron stalked into the Cradle and took his command chair once more. Drone arms went to work repairing the damage he had suffered in his recent battle with Prime. He was getting tired of coming back to his fortress in defeat. While it was true that both this loss and the one earlier in Polyhex were ultimately inconsequential, they still gnawed at him. He was not used to losing and he never would be.

As he was repaired Megatron brought up the communication logs and status reports for the empire. A smile crossed his face as he read the report from Scorponok. The Tagan Heights had fallen. That would be enough to balance out the failure on the moon, for now at least. With the factories in Kaon supplied by the energon produced in the Heights, they could create an army to sweep over the planet, and then move on to others.

First they would have to secure their newest prize. Scorponok had already requested reinforcements, specifically, the Constructicons. It was a request Megatron was quite ready to approve. He doubted the Autobots had let the Heights be taken without an impressive fight, a fight that would have resulted in some considerable collateral damage. They needed the Heights up and running as soon as possible, not just the refineries and factories, but the defenses. He didn’t want an inordinate amount of his troops tied up defending one area, no matter how important it was.

>>”Scrapper, once you and your team are finished repairing the injured, I want you to take Astrotrain to the newest addition of the Decepticon Empire, the Tagan Heights. Scorponok will give you the specifics, but be prepared for major rebuilding and repair efforts. Take whatever supplies you find necessary.”<<

That was one front in the war dealt with, but there was still no word on the other front. That was a bit troubling, as Shockwave was typically the model of efficiency. Then again, the guardians had never been easy to bring down. He would give him a bit more time before he checked in on him.

Kolkular - Medical Bay

Receiving Megatron's orders, Scrapper smiled even more widely behind his mouthplate. The chance to take part in the fortification and rebuilding of the newly-captured Tagan Heights was quite possibly the chance of a lifetime. It wasn't every cycle that the Constructicons had access to nearly forty percent of the planet's natural resources and production capacity. He quickly answered his Emperor.

[i]>>"Acknowledged with pleasure, Lord Megatron! My team will depart as soon as everything's patched up here in the Med Bay. 'Til all are one!"
Kolkular - Aerodrome

"Like we'd warrant that kind of treatment," Astrotrain sniffed at Triggerhappy's comment. "I consider myself lucky if they remember to turn off the autoguns and SAM launchers when I fly over here."

Touching down and transforming into robot mode, the Triplechanger followed Triggerhappy out of the Aerodrome, heading for the most likely location for the Constructicons to be - the Medical Bay. Given that there had been a battle in the Tagan Heights and an altercation in Polyhex, it was logical that the Constructicons would be working on getting the damaged units back into fighting shape.

"Can't disagree with you there," he continued talking, seconding with Triggerhappy's desire to get back into battle. "It's been too long since I've gotten to crack an Autobot cranial unit or two."

Walking into the Med Bay, Astrotain immediately saw his soon-to-be cargo working on the wounded.

Kolkular - Repair Bay

The wretched drones had finally completed their work. Scourge stood, flexing his newly replaced limbs. The sparkless machines had done their job well enough.

The hunter listened to the Constructicons' bickering and whining with amusement. He had little respect for his creators. They were adequate enough at their own functions, but were not warriors. Devastator, on the other hand, he had heard much of. That interested him far more than the glorified repair drones that composed the giant.

He should very much like to see the brutish colossus the rumors spoke of in action. Somehow the chaos hound had a feeling he would be disappointed in the reality. After all, how could such pathetic mechanoids as the Constructicons add up to anything matching the stories of Devastator's prowess?

His Sweeps, on the other hand, were another matter entirely. he could see Torment and Discord were fully repaired as well. Good. Now they were all in working order again, he stood, preparing to leave the repair bay.

Opening a secure channel, he contacted the Emperor of Destruction. Lord Megatron. Repairs complete. My Sweeps and I are at your disposal.>

(ooc: If you Sweep players want to speak to Scourge, now is a good time.)