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Post by sarune on Nov 14, 2018 16:29:45 GMT
Back when floor two hundred and twenty-two was only just created, the Zorya District was one of it's most popular locations, catering to a wide variety of spacers and merchants with a selection of hotels and access to services such as large markets and even a local hospital and repair shop. Both of which are still in current use today, ensuring that despite the numerous levels now above it the Zorya district was still a successful hub of activity. Only now located significantly below top-side, the vast majority of visitors are loyal customers or those looking to hide within the mass of locals who live in the nearby complexes of the Horizon District. An interesting mix which makes the silver streets surprisingly safe, with most, either too busy with their jobs or keeping their head down that very little crime exists in the area.
With the occupation of Safeguard Industries, a security company hired by the local hospital and markets, reducing the crime rate further as regular patrols around the district commonly shutdown any illegal activity in the area. A task which the company has only kept on top of with the existence of their Leva III headquarters located near the centre of the district, suitably close to the hospital and only a little further out from the main market. Alongside a number of hotels which have also profited from the professional care provided by a company with a near perfect reputation.
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Post by Corvid on Nov 16, 2018 18:19:25 GMT
A group came in looking weary, ragged. They were a mix of different conditions, some having been in a fight, but none of them worse for wear. Not enough to be cause for alarm. Neither did they look like they were bringing the fight here. No, whatever it had been about, it would seem it was long over now.
Leading the group were five bots. A bulky Cybertronian with yellow and black armor led the group to the Leva III housing establishment. Not ritzy by any means, but they didn’t look the type seeking luxury. He approached the attending clerk, leaning against the desk.
“Looking to make reservations. Need them for, hm?” turning away to ask the person next to him, “(Five? Six? Oh, that many?) Make those reservations for eleven.”
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Post by sarune on Nov 16, 2018 18:27:53 GMT
Placed on reception duty for the night, Viceride did her best to smile at the new arrivals as they entered. An occasion that was infrequent enough that she wasn’t often pulled away from her other work, while still being common enough to provide some variety. Such as the group who had just entered, a rag tag formation of what appeared to be mostly Cybertronians although from what the main spokesman has said it was possible a few of the members in the back weren’t.
With a glance at the mech, and a pleasant smile, it wasn’t long before the femme was dispensing information among the group.
“We currently have only a few reservations available. I could possibly place you all in the west wing if you’d like, however, many of the available rooms in that area are quite a distance from each other. Otherwise the premium chambers could house you all together, although it is a more expensive purchase. In addition, I need to know of any requirements you may have, such as a charging port for your mechanical members.”
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Post by Corvid on Nov 16, 2018 18:30:37 GMT
Viceride was interrupted mid-sentence by the mech in charge: "We'll take the most expensive-" only to be cut off, himself.
A femme much shorter than he was stepped forward, a bright pink-and-grey, delicate looking frame shoving in beside the mech's bulkier form.
"Please, Cryo Buster," she interjected before turning back to the clerk. "We'll take the separate rooms in the west wing."
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Post by sarune on Nov 16, 2018 18:31:57 GMT
Cryo buster’s interruption was taken with good grace, if only due to the amusement that the femme trying to keep him in check provided before Viceride could take offence. Instead, the femme was left smiling softly as she nodded her head in response to the other female’s requests as she searched through their available rooms. The process taking only a few moments before Vice was ready to book them in with only a few checks.
“So just to clarify is there any special living requirements we should be aware of before booking these rooms and how do you intend to pay for your visit?”
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Post by Corvid on Nov 16, 2018 18:37:22 GMT
Cryo Buster wasn't perturbed by the femme, whose name was Sagacity, taking over the arrangement of their accommodations. Even as he walked away to join an in-progress conversation with a few other members of their group, Viceride and Sagacity could both hear the booming, rambunctious eccentricities of the care free mech.
"No, no. *sigh.* No, just book the rooms, please. We'll pay with shanix."
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Post by sarune on Nov 16, 2018 18:49:54 GMT
“Excellent, not much left to fill in. Now, do you have any idea of how many days you would like to book with us?” Vice said, her expression calm even as she casually typed away at the computer ahead of her. Her attention focused solely on the machine until she heard of the commotion from the crew’s members.
Tilting her head afterwards, the femme was hardly discreet as she glanced towards the rest of the Roulette crew, before turning back to her fellow femme. “They seem like a lively bunch.”
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Post by Corvid on Nov 16, 2018 18:51:37 GMT
*another long sigh* "No, just book us and we'll sort that out."
Sagacity didn't even look back. "You have no idea," she said, obviously weary of Cryo Buster, if not others, as well. Just then, there was a loud crash, and Viceride could see another member of the group, a sleek looking blue grounder, lying on his back briefly before being helped up by a large white and blue astro-class Cybertronian.
*yet ~another~ sigh* "Does this place have a bar?"
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Post by sarune on Nov 16, 2018 19:05:51 GMT
"Two, actually," Vice admitted with a smile that was aimed at Sagacity, even if she gave an amused glance at the group ahead of her. It was after all rather easy to take some amusement in their actions as long as they didn't go too far.
With only another glance at the group before she decided to give directions, Vice raised her servo to point at an elevator that wasn't far from the group, only a little deeper into the building but still in sight of the main desk. "I'd suggest the bar on the level below, you'll find it by taking the side entrance aside the elevator. It's a little hidden from here but you can't really miss it once your close. It's free to both hotel members and outside visitors so you can all enter before your bookings are through all our systems."
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Post by Corvid on Nov 16, 2018 19:13:00 GMT
"Great," she said, watching and listening to the instructions. Pulling a large box that looked ungainly for such a short femme to handle, she set it on the counter, opened it, and began doling out the cost for each of their rooms as Viceride had specified. Seeing the remaining funds, Sagacity was grateful that the bars were complimentary.
After handing the shanix over, "When do you get off?" Raising her gaze to meet Vice's, Sagacity's expression was flat, but a slightly raised brow gave the slightest hint of invitation.
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Post by sarune on Nov 16, 2018 19:16:50 GMT
With only a professional glance at the large box, as she took the cash for their booking, Vice quickly set her eyes anywhere but the stanix pile, since it was one of the only ways she could provide any discretion to the transaction. She had her doubts Sagacity would care if she saw the full contents, but then again some customers where triggered by the smallest of things, it was better to just play it safe. Viceride was good at that, playing it safe, even if she knew how to toe the line.
It was why when the suggested invitation came, Vice could only shake her head, while her smile tinted with a regretful curve. "Oh, not too long now. A pity, I don't mix business and pleasure... not here at least."
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Post by Corvid on Nov 16, 2018 21:27:22 GMT
Sagacity shrugged.
"That is a pity." She wasn't going to go out of her way for Viceride. Drinking alone wasn't the most appealing thing, but given the day she's had, she'd take it.
Though, maybe she didn't have to.
"Not opposed to company, I hope," a voice comes from behind Sagacity. The same blue mech who had been toppled over earlier walked beside her, leaning over the counter to take the money box off her hands. Viceride would have watched a weak smile spread across Sagacity's face at the kind gesture.
"Thanks, Alternator."
Without another word to Viceride, Sagacity and Alternator headed off to rejoin the rest of the group, Alternator turning back to give the desk clerk a thankful nod before they left. All together, the entire group left for one of the aforementioned bars.
Later, after returning from their rest at the bar, the group congregated in the lobby of the motel:
"-here are your room keys."
Each person who was handed a room key was the designated leader of that respected group, several small, longstanding cliques among the eleven..
First to take a room key was Digichord; a bright green and dark blue femme with a round visor over her eyes that displayed a live bass line. Two long, flat cables hung off door wings at her shoulders; an indicator of her alt type, and the only one so obvious. The rest of her vehicle's features were difficult to spot, the attention drawn away from them coincidentally by numerous stylized armor panels, some of which displayed bass levels that, like her visor, rose and fell to match the sound levels of her environment. With proper posture, a relaxed stance, and movement that was calm, and slow, she seemed as cool and self composed as her finish. Her partner beside her, who stood by and let her take the room key for her trio. A heavy sigh of boredom prompted Digichord to give a placating pat to the next member of her group.
Foray was a red and white flier build with purple accents, less sleek than she was jagged. Tips of her armor jutted out at various points randomly, though at the very least, symmetrically. Her eyes were likewise hidden by a visor, though absent the same visual displays of her partner. Also unlike Digichord, Foray slouched lazily. She would take any opportunity to lean on something, whether meant to be leaned on or not. Until now, she had been using Digichord's frame for just that purpose, but had given the leader of their trio her space when Sagacity had rejoined the group.
The third and final member of their group, Veer, stood by, only partly listening to the conversation of the rest of the group. She seemed just as bored as Foray, or else had another reason for appearing so uninterested. A sleek black grounder frame with sharp red accents, and a pair of windowed door wings that fluttered occasionally in her dull state.
Next to take a room key was a red femme with no discernible alt mode. With an oddly shaped faceless head that several holographic ribbons hung off of, and an equally as ornamental finish to her chassis, she had all the air of someone from higher society. She accepted her room key on behalf of a group of four; the other three with her being a small flier trio, all similar in appearance with matching color schemes. Contrary to their group’s leader, they appeared rowdy, and unrefined- they looked like the type who were ready for a childish squall or impromptu friendly brawl at a moment’s notice. All except the tallest of the three with the largest wings, who appeared to be some kind of mediator for the other two. (Though not much less likely to join in on the other two’s antics, eventually.)
And finally, there were the last two groups.
Cryo Buster, the leader of the whole entourage, and Sagacity. Sagacity was accompanied by Alternator, as well as the largest member of the ensamble: Redshift. A large astro-class of pristine white armor with teal accents, his face a visor and mask. Much like Alternator and Sagacity, his two companions, he seemed the calm sort. He carried himself respectfully, and minded his manners. As Sagacity spoke about the details of their rooming arrangement with Cryo Buster, who insisted on taking a room all to himself, Redshift tried not to step on the three small fliers as they scrambled and wrestled around his legs.
“So, it’s really over, huh?” Veer asked flatly. “Lasted longer than I thought it would,” Digichord replied candidly. “The Roulettes were never supposed to be a long term thing. Heck, we didn’t even choose our own name. It was given to us by-” “The entire rest of the system,” Veer interjected. “Yeah, that.”
“Perhaps now that the Roulettes have dissolved, we can find a new title for ourselves.”
Veer didn’t seem too keen on Cryo Buster's idea. “What, and make another target out of ourselves? Nuh-uh. You heard what they said in that last battle. People died by that captain-” “Commander-” “Whatever! -And by his Autobots, because we were too notable! Well, slag that. Slag that, and slag notoriety. We've tried that, and people died because of it. Why can’t we just live quietly?"
“We can.”
Sagacity and Cryo Buster had rejoined the group, having settled matters- apparently to Sagacity’s disappointment, with Cryo Buster’s stubborn stance maintaining ground against her more reasonable approach to their rooming situation. “Why do you think we got left out from the rest of the team when they divided the fleet’s ships amongst themselves? Why do you think we got left on Leva III, and everyone else left, went their separate ways, without us? It’s because we went under the radar.”
“-Or because nobody could stand us,” Veer shifting an accusatory glance at Cryo Buster, the former leader of the Roulettes.
“Whatever the case,” Sagacity continued, “we can go under the radar. There’s only eleven of us, right? All we have to do is take small jobs around Leva III until we can afford better than this du-” Spotting Viceride not far from the congregated group, Sagacity cleared her vocals and restructured her words “-motel, and we’ll be back up and running again. We just need to stick close, groups of two or more.” Here, Cryo Buster earned his second glare of the night. “Stay safe, and watch each other’s backs.”
“Sounds good to me,” Alternator contributed. He gave Sagacity an encouraging smile, to which she smiled back- tired, but grateful for her friend’s support. The rest of the group followed suit, a few murmured, short conversations leading to the consensus that Sagacity was right.
A few members of the group began shuffling into the motel to get acquainted with their new accomodations, while a couple of pairs began leaving in search of the odd job around Leva III, whether capable fighters seeking work in the seedy under levels of the multilevel city-planet, or the more mundane errands for the rich and wealthy of the well-to-do upper levels. As Cryo Buster left with those searching for their rooms, his booming voice could be heard in the distance.
“I’ve already got a name for our rebranding. ~‘Buster’s Band of Benevolent Bots!~” See, it’s a good idea because it’s got ‘we're good guys’ in the name itself-”
Still, some lingered in the lobby, taking to the seated areas there to talk about the events that had transpired those past couple of days.
“No official word yet, but the rumors must have originated with Fauxwing, herself.” “Really? I just couldn’t see it.”
“No. It makes absolute sense,” Sagacity shifted, leaning forward on the edge of her seat. “Do you remember that mysterious old Decepticon outpost we came across every rotation on our route?” “Well, sure.” “Think about it. Seriously think about it. A derelict Decepticon outpost in the asteroid belt. She starts people clamoring rumors about the ‘ruthless’ and ‘abominable’ Roulettes, a “group which swoops in, and takes advantage of the losing parties in conflicts,” and starts getting people to avoid us, yeah?”
“I follow you so far," Redshift spoke up. “Mhmm. Keep going," Alternator added. “People avoid us, and since we always kept to the same set route, they therefore avoid that outpost.” “You think Fauxwing was trying to hide whatever was in that old outpost?” “I do. And if she did, it would mean we were attacked for rumor started by the Decepticons. The unwitting victims of a scheme to keep people away from us, and for Fauxwing to protect her own high-and-mighty aft’s interests from any unwanted attention.” “But- why would Fauxwing want it kept secret? It was old, decrepit.” “Or, it was made to look that way; another method of detracting attention from the place. There’s no way of confirming it yet, but I think we might need to look deeper into that outpost.” “Hm. What you propose is… concerning. But I believe your words hold pertinence. I’ll try to see what I can find out about it, first by confirming the rumors about Fauxwing’s deception. I would not doubt a Decepticon commander to be capable of such treachery, but it is difficult to imagine Fauxwing doing something so out in the open. The Decepticons of this sector have been quiet for quite some time.” “I’ll see what I can dig up, too. And loop Digichord in. She’s got some connections here, so her contacts might know a thing or two.” “Good. I’ll see what I can do locally. Not too keen about splitting us too far apart. Leva III is a mixed bag. Never know what you’ll get. Things operate differently from floor to floor, so stay safe, you too.”
Just then, Digichord- back from dropping off whatever belongings she had in her room- cut the conversation short.
“Speak of the sparkplug, here she is!” “Hey, Alt! Someone just gave me the scoop on a sweet show down on floor 163. You up for a trip?”
Sagacity cast a worrying glance at Alternator, which he tried to disarm as best he could with a charming smile and a slow, comforting wave of his hand that said ‘I’ll be fine.’
“Sure! What’re we in for?” “H-hey- okay-.. Redshift and I will just be waiting for you in the room when you get back,” Sagacity interrupted, voice fraught with exhaustion, and worry. “Stay together, okay?” she called out, more urgently as Digichord whisked Alternator out of the lobby.
“Sure thing!” he called back.
Digichord's voice could be heard in exiting,
"How do you feel about gladatorial arenas?"
Alone in the lobby, Redshift spent a few moments comforting and reassuring Sagacity before the two finally left in favor of their own room, calling it a night.
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