Darkness Stalks the Devil

[Sable Conolly]

"She seemed rather disgusted when I mentioned I scanned a human," Scourge admits. "The anti-gravs... eh. At least they aren't voice-activated." He was worried they might end up being so, given his reality quirks.

He looks at the decorative changes thoughtfully.

Scourge looks away and admits, "...no, sir. Would you like me to summon the others to discuss the matter?"

[Victoria Raines]

"Ah, yes. That interesting quirk of yours." Shockwave pulls a datapad out of subspace, keys some data, and Scourge's (updated to include the anti-grav upgrade) schematics pop up on one of the large wall monitors. There are a few notations out to the side that refer to the linkage of certain components to voice commands. After a few moments, the schematics slide off screen.

"My offer is still open, you know."

"But yes, do call them. I would like to hear everyone's point of view. I understand that there was some sort of time anomaly involved?"

[Sable Conolly]

"It's not my quirk," Scourge sulks. "It's my reality's quirk."

He then takes a moment to cast Summon: Conspirators.

[Fleetwind]

Fleetwind is summoned! This... does not please him. However, Scourge is scary. Fleetwind is generally willing to battle frightening Autobots because his own superiors frighten him more, but Scourge? Scourge is as frightening as both, and so the Seeker shows up, the light 'tip tip tip tip' of his metal feet against the metal floor, his light, rapid dancer's step preceding him.

Then he sees where Scourge is and who Scourge is with and hesitates. Then he continues on until he as close as he must be in order to be proper, but absolutely no closer.

Scourge and Shockwave at the same time. Wonderful.

"Sirs?" he asks.

[Tarantulas]

Tarantulas follows Fleetwind in, looking around the room. So this is what Shockwave's quarters look like. He wouldn't have expected their fearless leader's personal space to be decorated at all. The spider was expecting the room to be all stark and bare. Interesting. Maybe the gunformer is more emotional than he lets on. The severed head is a nice touch, anyway.

Oh, but Scourge is here too. This must be important! "How can I be of assistance, sirs?"

[Oil Slick]

Oil Slick comes in a few minutes after Tarantulas and Fleetwind. He would've been here sooner, but tying up a couple of loose ends regarding Perceptor's virus took a bit longer than anticipated.

He is silent once he shows up, arms folded.

[Misfire]

Misfire arrives last. His wings twitch when he sees this. Arriving last is never good, even less so when arriving to a meeting of your highest superiors.

He bows slightly, and greets, "Lord Scourge. Lord Shockwave."

This has to be about Blurr, given who all else is assembled.

[Victoria Raines]

Shockwave notes that Scourge said nothing one way or another about the offer. Curious.

His sitting room is abruptly rather full. He waves his hand at the various chairs. The chairs are such that even those with kibble issues should be able to sit comfortably.

"Sit, please. No need for you all to be uncomfortable during this informal briefing."

"Fleetwind, if you would start, please. As I recall, you were first on scene during the incident with Blurr."

[Sable Conolly]

It could be a disco party in Shockwave's room, Misfire.

Scourge takes the chair nearest the exit, just to make Fleetwind squirm, really, and then agrees with Shockwave, "Yes. Sit down," making it more an order than the ever-polite Shockwave does.

[Fleetwind]

Fleetwind at first hesitates at the offer of a seat, largely because sitting would make him more uncomfortable, not less so. However, when Scourge makes it a virtual order, he glances around, spies a chair made to accommodate Seeker kibble, and 'tip-tip-tip-tips' over to it before seating himself.

He also squirms slightly. Mission accomplished, Scourge!

"I was, yes. I was familiarizing myself with the general area, when I observed a very fast object moving repeatedly between two locations. It was moving swiftly enough that getting a proper visual identification was difficult, but once or twice, near the destinations or when traffic demanded, I was able to catch enough details to suggest that it might be the Autobot Blurr, at which point I reported it. It would be awhile yet before I would be able to get a proper visual, and that was from the, erm, drone that I encountered while watching."

[Tarantulas]

Tarantulas finds a chair that fits him and sits. "I was called in to help trap Blurr, and caught a ride planetside with Misfire. All of us had a short brainstorming session, then we laid traps to attempt to corral the Autobot. We were unable to do so, obviously. If we'd had more time to prepare, I'm convinced we could have brought him down," the spider says, pounding a fist into his palm.

[Oil Slick]

As Tarantulas sets the tone for the others to add to Fleetwind's story, Oil Slick picks up. "I had prepared two concoctions, an adhesive and a lubricant to be laid on the road, to hopefully trip the speedster up enough that he would crash."

The chemist frowns, his grip on his folded arms tightening as he finds a place to sit. "Unfortunately, his perception was better than anticipated, and he completely avoided the trap..."

[Misfire]

OOC: this post covers Misfire and Shockwave both.

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Misfire sits without further prompting, though he has to choose a very specially designed stool to do so. Even then has to sort of squat to get seated properly. Damn dangly bits between the legs.

What? Part of his jet nose hangs down his back and between his legs. It makes sitting very difficult!

"Lord Scourge determined that I could best be put to use only if disguised, given that Blurr is from my reality and I am of a very distinctive build. He, um," Misfire casts a glance at Scourge, "I think he disguised me as his Optimus Prime. It was very.. bulky."

"As Oil Slick stated, Blurr avoided our traps. He didn't seem to recognize me, though, which is good. After getting permission to drop the disguise I reported in to Scourge on a rooftop."

"That's when we lost time."

Shockwave nods throughout to indicate he is listening. He looks expectantly at Scourge. Your summary please, Commander.

[Sable Conolly]

Scourge nods when Misfire mentions the Optimus Prime disguise. They should make up some more patterns for disguises, in the future.

The troops have most summarised the traps, aside from when they got frustrated an almost decided to blow up a gas main.

So Scourge turns to Shockwave and explains, "On Blurr's last known run, there was a release of light, and then we... all lost half an hour. I tried to have Taranatulas infiltrate the drop-off site, but the complex was too heavily guarded. Considering Tarantulas's skills..." Scourge chooses to trail off there, head tilted slightly. Yeah. That was really heavily guarded.

[Fleetwind]

"Not... not all of us," Fleetwind admits sheepishly. "I had been in aerial observation of the area. I had thought the radio silence was a bit odd, but... there was so much moving around in the city to fight the fires and deal with the damages, and the smoke from the fires themselves obscuring so much, that I couldn't actually see that they were... frozen? Phased?" The pastel Seeker shakes his head. "I'm not certain."