Decepticon Landing Platform

[aphidly]

Nexus was pleased with Highwire and her brother's state, he walked along side his friend also looking forward to some time to settle into this base. "As if they would ever kick me out. I was the only one who managed to get those excuses for 'trained soldiers' to actually be effective on the field. No, I was requested to transfer here. Transit is now the head of my squad. Remember him? The one who came to bust our rears out of the trap cleverly set for you and I on our last mission?" he looked over to XNA as she spoke, "Its easier to make friends when you arent completely in uncharted territory. Better at fighting than investigating." he simply replied.

Suddenly the floor seemed to vanish from under him, Highwire had gotten him back for disrupting her attempt to catch him off guard it seemed as she began cackling once again. Before she could take another step, however, Nexus's hand darted out before slamming into her ankle, sending her to the ground as well. "Your attempt to catch me off guard was for once successful, However I feel your antics may land us in trouble with the Commander if they continue much longer."

[generalbri]

New comms flowed back and forth between the landing platform's control tower and the new large carrier transport as it coasted towards one of the designated hanger bays. Large, purple, and adorned with the Decepticon insignia on it's hull, it dwarfed the smaller supply ships or neutral ships that may be in the vicinity. With precision, the ship entered and landed where indicated in the hanger bay, thrusters cycling down. The ship overall was quiet until a few moments later when a hanger door from it's hull slanted open and extended to reach the landing platform.

Once the hanger door finished connecting to the ground, a large built four legged mech exited out to stand and wait. Red optics scanned around the area, servos clasped behind his back as he stood straight and proud. The mech took a side glance at his ship. He was told to meet this fortress' commander just outside the ship. They would do nothing further until he met and discussed the plans for him, his crew and this new assignment.

[Corvid]

It had been busy all day. Ships bustled about, smaller Decepticon carriers moving troops and supplies from one location to another as the command tower monitored incoming and outgoing Decepticon ships. Dissimilar to the arrival of neutral vessels, Decepticon ships came and went without the need to alert the base's communications officer. They were usually routine, able to be handled by the on-site command tower's staff, or else already cleared by Fauxwing beforehand.

A neutral walked past the gathered group, Crimson returning to his ship with a couple of Decepticon officers following him. It seemed an arrangement had been made with this neutral. And as his ship took off from the landing platform, rising high into the sky, a ship from the nearby Decepticon fleet broke off to join it. That was the second neutral to have gathered at the fortress today. Busy, all day, as always.

But the next ship to arrive after Crimson's departure was scheduled, no special treatment necessary. Fauxwing knew of its arrival.

"Your attempt to catch me off guard was for once successful, However I feel your antics may land us in trouble with the Commander if they continue much longer."

Speak of the devil...

Fauxwing came strolling into one of the many hangers of the platform. A tall, stark figure among the crowd of smaller, common Decepticons tending their stations all around her. While the gathering of her officers would have normally caught her eye, instead the object reason for her being here demanded her full attention. The arrival of her fleet's new ship, sent with instruction from Decepticon command. The robust seeker's slow gait came to a stop, and she stood, simply admiring the ship before her. Another new asset. She'd acquired more than a few today.


Meanwhile, with attention distracted from the small group's shuttle from Purple Obsidian Outpost, the munitions expert, Carbyne, emerged. He and Virtuoso had stayed behind to 'catch up' when the group returned, an interaction that Virtuoso had seemed less thrilled about than Carbyne; the pilot was a captive audience, forced to entertain his acerbic counterpart while performing his routine check of the shuttle's systems before going off-duty. Now that Fauxwing was here, Carbyne could slip away without any more attention from XNA. While usually enjoying the limelight, he apparently wasn't keen on catching her eye, specifically.

[Backbeat]

NeVor took a walk across the large platform. Bored and waiting for something interesting to happen.

[aphidly]

He didnt seem to notice Fauxwing enter the room as he pushed himself up to his feet before offering a hand to Highwire. He had no issue pulling the seeker up and was about to speak again, but something must have caught Highwire's eye as Nexus was forcibly removed from the room by his flying friend.

[generalbri]

He had waited for a moment or two, looking out beyond the platform to see if an officer would approach; asking questions. But he found instead a rather tall individual that looked of much higher stature compared to the rest of the bustling crew that was further away in the hanger. The other was eyeing the ship and should of noticed him leave the vessel. With a quick glance in his databanks, he believed this might be the commander that he was to meet.

So the purple mech approached the other, resetting his vocalizer with a huff. "You look to be of higher importance here. Might I guess that you are the one I need to speak to?" His voice flowed with a deep yet very slight echoing tone to it. One with exceptional audials may notice the slightly different sound, but otherwise it couldn't really be picked up. His servos still were clasped behind his back.

[Cybiscus]

Nexus’ comment earned a brow raise from XNA. Not in a way that was judgemental, more to agree with him. She had to admit, it does take more energy to try and earn some new friends in a place that was new. Especially with a lot of different characters who lean more on the...crazy side. Wouldn’t she be considered on that side of the spectrum as well? The femme couldn’t get another word in before both Nexus and Highwire were already on their way out of the platform. To where wasn’t really her concern. Her top priority at the moment was to turn in the assignment. Someone had to do it, and she would rather not face Fauxwing’s aggressive side. She paid no mind to Virtuoso or Carbyne, she decided to just let them be for the time.

XNA scans over the platform one more time as she was making her way towards the exit once more, only she stops once more, the sudden halt causing one of her tires to skirt along the floor briefly. Her visor erupts with neon as her vision zooms in on an individual that was more than halfway across the platform. If one paid attention, they would’ve been noticed right away; her attention was undoubtedly captured. She scans along the four legs of the mech, then eyeing the rest of the frame. Just seeing the overall form made the energon running through her grow warm. It was fascinating and intricate in her optics, just wondering how it worked made her mind wander.

Her optics look to the side just enough so that she catches Fauxwing in view, blinking a few times. She quickly reverts her vision back to normal, as well as collecting herself as best as she could. XNA watches the two to witness them begin to engage in conversation. Thinking rationally again, she suspects that it must be something important. This could give herself the time to thoroughly think up a proper report for Fauxwing. Possibly even record it down if need be. She blinks one more time to return to a remotely ordinary mind, removing herself from the platform to find her new quarters to get some proper rest.

[Corvid]

Something about the way he carried himself... she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but whatever it was, she liked it. Maybe it was his posture? Hands folded respectfully behind his back, standing up straight (a fact which, impressively, was evident even in spite of his unconventional lower body), head held high. Yes, yes- that had to be it. Then he spoke. The flattery didn't hurt her image of him, either.

"You guess correctly," she answered. "I am Fauxwing, your new commander. And that would make you Thunderdrum." She eyed him up and down. Nearly the same size, the two bots were of similar stature. Though the silver and black of Thunderdrum's chassis toned down the brightness of his royal purple, a color combination which was much less gaudy in contrast to Fauxwing's predominantly crimson finish, no neutral colors present to tone it down; only some sparsely present lavender accents offered reprieve from her loud colors. Though her wings could be seen folded behind her back, while at rest they said little about the type of flier she was, and their size was difficult to discern from a glance. She carried herself similarly to him, however. With a single arm folded behind, her forearm rested against the small of her back as pointed digits of normally-busy hands were now held at ease. Once she apparently felt satisfied with her examination of him, she looked past Thunderdrum at his ship, and gestured to it with the one free hand before her.

"Now, you shall show me the newest ship to join my fleet."

[generalbri]

Thunderdrum had already been inspecting the other as he approached, unable to realize their height difference clearly until he stood before her. Internally, he was thankful that this commander was around his height, as he usually would lower his frame more to match their eye level. It was tough to take another commanding officer seriously if he had to stoop low to their level; it felt too much like talking to a sparkling.

Hearing Fauxwing though and how she worded her reply, he knew right away that this one dripped of authority. Thunderdrum didn't mind, the mech was still learning on being a competent leader of his own ship. Why not gain further knowledge? He merely learned right away to keep further professional.

"Fauxwing, an honor to meet you." He bowed his purple helm slightly before shifting to the side, offering her to follow the path he just took. "Certainly. We have much to discuss as well if you wish to utilize the full force of my ship." He followed slightly behind but enough to her side that his legs wouldn't be a nuisance. The mech had to walk a certain way with others next to him; he didn't need to kick this new commander so soon.

[Backbeat]

NeVor walked over to Fauxwing and Thunderdrum. She give a polite bow to her leader. Despite being know for her more peculiar view on things, the Decepticon interrogator knew not to mess with the Decepticon commander. She figured approaching her leader for something to do would be a good solution to her boredom.

" Commander, I see we have new transfers. "

She then cracks a smirk. A new glow in her eyes as a thought crosses her mind.

" Did they bring prisoners? It's been so long since we've had guests. "

NeVor seems to be creepily fixated on the idea of getting some new victims to interrogate. She snaps out of it quickly though. Though still smirking at the thought.

[Corvid]

"I'm sure it is." In the mood she was in, hiding her pride was far from the purview of her mind. This new ship was the last in a long list of things today that had gone her way, short of only a few bumps along the way; why should she have to hide the obvious?

"I look forward to doing just that," she answered, "and to learning more about this ship of yours. Command was sparse with the details. They normally aren't."

Before she could continue, there was an aside when NeVor joined the conversation with questions of her own.

"Oh, Nevor," she said. She wasn't someone Fauxwing was particularly enthused about seeing, but not for any particular reason. NeVor had had her usefulness in the past. Fauxwing addressed her as she would any of her subordinates.

"Not that I'm aware, though if they do then you will be informed. When and if the information pertains to your work." Until then, as far as Fauxwing knew, NeVor was on standby at the base.

Satisfied that NeVor's query wouldn't lead to further interruptions, Fauxwing approached Thunderdrum's ship.

[generalbri]

“Good, they don’t need to share details. The best information is directly from the source.” He was cut off when a new subordinate approached, then disrespectfully interrupted them.

Thunderdrum held his tongue, slightly glaring at the smaller with a frown. He looked to Fauxwing, thankfully he didn’t need to speak. Thankfully this—Nevor—wasn’t part of his crew. He would of disciplined right away.

Instead he ignored the new femme and turned his back to her, ushering Fauxwing to the ship. “There is much to discuss, and I do wish to refuel the ship sooner than later.”

[Backbeat]

NeVor grumbles herself and steps back, activating her holo-emitters seemingly disappearing into the crowd of vehicon shipwrights. A decision to go find something to do until she was given a mission was reached with a smile.

[Archivium]

Atop a set of 'neglected' crates, the monochrome 'con had found a suitable perch. How long had he been crouching there for, completely unmoving- Kliks? Cycles? He wasn't paying attention to that. Instead his unblinking optics scanned the landing platform that stretched out before him, populated with all manner of hustle and bustle he could pick up on. Some of it was within auditory range, other notable interactions he was only able to narrow his visual sensors onto, but despite whatever he could pick up on... everything, absolutely everything made him scowl something fierce, at least from could be seen halfway up his face-plate; though it was safe to assume the rest of him was all scowls under that thick hunk of metal that hid the rest of his dour express.

Strife's arrival at the Decepticon Base was a unremarkable series of events which lead to this very spot, and though he did not look it, he was eternally grateful to have his stubby pedes back on solid ground again. In fact, this is about all he had done after stumbl reaching his destination. No one had yet to chastise him, yet. Maybe he looked the part of a shadow-dwelling mech that is not to be trifled with, or he could have just activated his cloaking shroud to have just avoided being seen all together-- But it was too late now that, he's been standing here out in the open this whole time! The only part of him that moves in the most minor of increments is the corner of his optics in the faintest of twitches. The rest of his form remains locked in place, rather involuntarily it would seem. 

"Great."

[Cybiscus]

Letting another set of soft giggles, XNA steps back out into the familiar platform. Honestly, it felt like she might as well live here. It really is a shame that she wouldn't get the chance to explore the rest of the base. Or remain around Fauxwing. Just thinking her name made her rumble, her winglets quivering with anticipation, wanting to be successful at her task given by Fauxwing recently. She wanted to be successful for her own agenda. Now that she was in a more crowded area, she straightens herself back up again, walking further into the platform confidently. Her optics shift across the vast floor, merely glancing over the many drones and soldiers she'll probably never see again. Her wandering gaze stops on a particular fellow. Processing their appearance for a moment, she smirks. They look like they were just bored out of their mind. Perhaps she could pay them a little visit? They didn't seem busy, plus, she was in a good mood. Putting on her best, friendly smile, she trots on over, humming softly.

"Wow, that looks like a pretty good spot you got there~!" XNA exclaims towards Strife, being at least ten feet away. She didn't continue until she stops in front of the crates he was perched on, "I gotta say, you're doing a pretty good job keeping these crates safe; I applaud you." the femme gives the cheekiest grin, might as well be snickering at her own whimsical mood.