Decepticon Rec Room

[Amphesiina]

What a drab place for such a mass of people coming and going- just like every room in the base. The gun-metal grey walls stretched to the black ceiling lined with white lighting that flooded the room with a more relaxed atmosphere. Two floors separated this room, the upper floor served more as a larger balcony- the main floor consisted of booths lining the sides, and tables towards the front. One large enough to seat around thirty members for those more intense conversations. Games? No fun was allowed here. That didn't stop a few individuals from storing darts beneath some loose booth covers; however- just don't get caught if you plan on goofing off with those things. The main floor had a longer stretching table used for holo-games to pass the time on the in-between shifts, a battle of wits as it was practically an elaborate game of chess. There was a smaller bar towards the front that was quite occupied- but no one was allowed to pass over a legal drinking limit. Failure to follow that law could land you getting kicked out of the rec room, and most likely written up and reported. The more rowdy crowd stick to the second floor, a less likely chance they would be caught by the constant monitoring. 


Pick your words wisely. She's listening.

[Amphesiina]

"Ew this place again. Why do we always have to come here. All the time."

The silver seeker threw his arms up in a surrender to the guard by the door, the mech rolling his optics as he passed and quickly caught up with the group in a number of his longer strides. They really had been almost ignoring him, all besides HeatRay who had looked back at the seeker a little cross.

"I don't think we'd be here if it weren't for you." The second seeker finally spoke, despite him and SwordFlare looking quite similar, their personalities were stark opposites.

Naturally the group gravitated to the second floor, so they could have a nice look-out at everyone below. The two bickered in the back, with Kydro currently ignoring the commotion behind him while walking up the winding stairs with Scorch. The shorter mini-con finally spoke up and grabbed the taller Pyro's attention.

"Y-you think Red's ok? Haven't heard back from her yet."

Kydro exvented and waited for a bulkier mech to move out of their way.

"Scorch- She's been gone for-- Yes she's fine. Don't waste your energy worrying about her, if anything we should all be concerned about Symphony and the chaos that's following her around at the moment..."

"Oh-right, sorry."

Once they were up-top, Kydro leaned against the barrier while observing the conversations below, eerily staring off into the distance while he situated himself deep in thought. It was a short-lived moment for a crash behind him and Scorch made them whip around- Of course Swordflare had taken one of the heavier metal chairs and sliced it in half- HeatRay had apparently jumped a good distance backwards- right in time, but right into a party's table, spilling engex all over his frame. Scorch sighed in sync with the burnt orange mech.

"Here we go again...."

[bombbreaker]

It was indeed rather dull for a extravagant con such as Sea Gate. He rested his helm on top of his servos, bored out of his mind. It was one of those days that nothing was happening for the 8-handed scientist, no projects, no tests, nothing. The con looked at the drink that he had picked up before, swirling the contents of said drink with a digit. He had heard someone entered the second floor, not caring to look, after all, it was boredom that was making him dreadful. It was only within a moment of the con's processor had sparked up with an idea.


"I know, maybe I can go work on that new battle Armour design! " He used one of his robotic tentacles to pull out a small data pad from his storage compartment and place it in his free servo. This little side project goal was to provide an effective new battle armor for dangerous environments in places or planets. "Now a rather dull simple color will not do, oh no, no, no!" He giggled with glee, all the sudden excited to go work on a n-

His moment of happiness was ruined when a small con landed on his table, spilling his drink, and ruining his data-pad, short circuiting it. 

Sea Gate stood only silence for a brief moment, registrating what has just happened to his precious data-pad.  "M-my precious work!" He yelled,looking at the data-pad which only showed a black screen. Sea Gate whipped his helm at whoever was FOOLISH enough to land on his table. He spotted a rather horrendous looking color set on the small con, this only infuriated Sea Gate even more. He used one of his eight tentacles to wrap around HeatRay chassis, lifting him up to his optic level. "Now you listen here you rusty scrap bucket. I have some words for you" He shoved his digit roughly at HeatRay helm "Do you have ANY idea what you've done, no? Of course you don't. You cost me a VERY important work with your little stunt not only that you have the AUDACITY to do so with that HORRENDOUS paint-job! Orange with that DULL metal color!" 

 Sea Gate pulled the small con closer "You better give me a good reason not to send you into a trash compactor!"

[Amphesiina]

Heatray began pulling himself up from the table with a growl as Swordflare had nearly launched at him, the fallen mech was going to try and disarm the psychopath-- only to be snatched up by someone else. The seeker released a quick gasp when he was whipped around to come face-to-faceplate with some aquaformer. He leaned back away from the very angered stranger and grumbled lowly, almost threateningly back in response.



"-Because you'll be chopped into little pieces if you don't release me-"
((HeatRay speaking))


"Sounds like a good reason to me-" Swordflare sneered out, hopping upon the table with his wings twitching with the highest amount of amusement in his vocals as he waved his servo while he spoke, his glowing hot sword idle at his side before he caught sight of Kydro stomping over to the commotion and immediately put it away. "See- The thing is that if anyone were to turn him of all people into a trash compactor--- That would be Me, fishface. Take me on for size and I'll fight ya' for who gets Trashbin over here..."
Flare was tapping his pedde impatiently, looming over the eight-limbed mech with a sort of daring craze reflecting in his amber optics. This one was a bit taller than Heatray, more the this stranger's height and apparently a more formidable opponent.


By now Kydro had reached the mess with a smaller figure trailing behind him; Scorch had this overly concerned look upon his faceplate as Kydro simply held an empty gaze in an annoyed expression at the trio of trouble. He interupted the chatter with a louder clear of his vocals, his manner that he held himself was a bit more authoritative.


"What's going on here?"  His notes growled while folded his forearms, and expected nothing but a quick explanation and a peaceful resolve of this dispute.

[bombbreaker]

Sea Gate simply looked at the newcomer with the flaming sword and scoffed. "Darling, If I'm going to fight you, it's not going to be "who get's the right to trash this trashbin"  but rather a fight due to your design and coating!" He placed his free servo over his helm in a dramatic fashion. "Because if looks can kill then I should be arresting you for third degree murder!" Sea Gate eyed both cons carefully. 

It was then another bot had entered the stage play for Sea Gate "Oh my spark, there's more of them.." Sea Gate muttered. "Well seeing that I am attracting a crowd, I will explain what dilemma I'm wrapped in" Sea Gate sighed, unexpectedly unwrapping the tentacles from HeatWave, letting gravity do it's dirty work. "I was enjoying a nice little me-time from a long day of work" He sat down on the chair again, crossing his right leg over his left leg in a proper manner. "I ordered a Engex but only for this rapscallion to ruin everything!" Sea Gate, leaned to his side, swiftly picking up the fizzled out data pad. "Especially THIS, my magnum opus, my big ticket to fame!~"  Sea Gate said with a big goofy smile on his face..

Only to come to terms with reality that his game-changing plan is now gone for good. His happiness was replaced with irritation, losing his gleeful smile "So that is what has been going on in here." Sea Gate waved his servos around in a mocking motion.

[Amphesiina]

HeatRay had been released finally, and he landed with a dull thud from where he had been hanging mid-air. He was a very sturdy-footed mech, quickly able to find his footing when he hit the ground enough to bounce back and skitter to the rest of the members that had approached. Even if that meant letting SwordFlare take the front. His twin-like Pyrocon jutted out his hip and threw a servo down to almost mock the beastformer, then Sword lifted his limply hanging arm and folded his digits into a handgun. He pointed his digit out at the squiggly multi-limbed mech, and dropped his thumb as if he had pulled the trigger. The seeker made a dramatic 'bang' with his mouthpiece; this was a signature mark he usually used moments before shooting an opponent blank-range in the faceplate. A death promise- but he was pulled out of his glare when a heavy servo grabbed his attention, Swordflare quietly complying and lowering his arm, stepping back and off of the table to stand a foot or two behind Kydro, that was now listening to the explanation. 

"Don't waste your energy." Kydro said quite flatly at a tone that only the seaker could really pick up on. The burnt-orange mech nodded his helm when HeatRay slinked back besides Scorch, rubbing his arm with his hurt pride, but not doing anything about it. Kydro now pinned the unidentified 'Con down with a radiating crimson gaze that held a neutral expression.

"I would apologize, but I don't deem it necessary here. Next time accept the fact that this happens often in this place, if you want to work- I would do it in private." He was already beginning to leave, but paused to say something nice-ish. "I hope you are able to recover your work, see you around-"

"-Fishface." Swordflare ended Kydro's sentence with a darker grin, casting a look back over his shoulder as the group began to turn away from them.

They entirely followed Kydro's path and left the octopus to mutter and grumble about his loss of a comfortable rest period-- they had an important meeting to attend. So off they retreated away from the chaos that remained in their wake and across the upstairs floor to the completely opposite side. A few individuals got out of the booth- rather quickly, that the group approached. It was a curving corner booth- and they slid into their normal seats. Finally Scorch piped up-

"So-- Now that we made a new friend--- Now what?"

Swordflare still casting a squinting glare in the direction of the mistreated octopus mech at the mention of a- 'new friend.'

"We go over our logs, compare notes, check our sanity levels and continue on, waiting for orders to do otherwise." 

HeatRay cleared his vocals.

"Alright- I'll go first..." He lowered his tone. "Xna- She's observant.-"

"Sure she's not just scared-" Sword sneered.

"Don't interrupt him. Continue Heatray."

"....Right, XNA- Smaller frame, silent, quite observant. More of the mind-thinker. I would rate her dangerous simply due to that one fact, she would know your weaknesses in a fight."

Scorch nodded in agreement.

"G-Gnitav.... Big guy- He's the muscle. Easy to out-maneuver, but once you've been hit- you're dead. He doesn't seem to have much for self-control, making him angry should be pretty easy... Rather stay out of his way honestly-"

"Nexus- He's open, straight-forwards sort of guy. One that would follow orders without second thought. I could see him being easier to get along with, he would die on the field to make sure what he was ordered to complete is carried through. Not much of a threat at all, more friend if anything."

Kydro turned his optics to Swordflare, who had turned to lazily hunching over the table to rest his helm upon his closed servo, lightly counting on his longer claw-like digits.

"Oh-right. Symphony. Heheh- She's a hot head. My type of crazy- Thinks the world owes her everything, she's really just there. Too good for everything. But yet she's not good enough. I don't say she's much of a threat- But that's not to say I'd wanna outright be around her. One of us would end up dead."

"Ahem.... right." Kydro said quietly with a tilt of an optic ridge at Sword. "Thank you for filling in for Red, anyways we all know Fauxing... So that's a good start. These seem to be our most problamatic-"

"Fishface."

"...What?"

"You forgot about fishface over there."

"He wasn't even in the room, Swords, let it go."

"No." Swordflare lowly growled. "He's mine. I call dibs- you can't touch him. Unless I need help with the ChopChop-"

"That's great Swordflare but we're not killing anyone. We're all on the same team here. Anyways- Keep an eye out for those mentioned earlier, they're of interest to Fauxwing they're of interest to us... and collect as much data on them as you can. It will come in handy someday so hopefully we won't have another..."

"Accident."

"Right- yes that exactly. Alright- Damage report." Kydro quietly looked at Swordflare.



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Speach key:
Kydro- This color
Swordflare- This color
Scorch- Thiscolor
HeatRay- This color

[bombbreaker]

"Why I never!" The con placed it's servos and left side tentacles upon his chasis in a dramatic fashion. "Fishface!? They call me fishface but I don't go around wearing safety cones! Although I can see why they would choose such a design because their whole design, REEKS of terrible choices. Anyone with processing power of 1 would avoid them at all cost!" The con held his yelling within it's control but continued to rant, trying his best not to lunge out and rip off their sparks from their chasis. The con snapped his digits, as if calling to one of the mindless droids to bring him another around of engex as he sits in another table. "Fish-Face, why I never. I am a OCTOPUS, thank you very much!" He yelled to the other side of the room, clearly calling out the little monsters that were huddled up in the corner...were they belong. Sea Gate took a sip from his engex, eyeing the other rude cons from the other side, thinking of an idea on how to use their scraps in an on-coming project of his. Sea Gate snapped his digits once more, ordering more engex to drink on the side. He's gonna need more to survive the massive headache that was plaguing his processor. 

[Amphesiina]

The silver seeker after painfully flinching at the beastial mech's comment he barfed up into their general direction, ground his dentures together and painfully replied to Kydro's report. Seeing as his one job in the group was to keep track of things.

Swordflare grumbled.

"Currently down a ranged blaster, seventeen impact-fire grenades, a grenade launcher, and a sheen sword. All items lost with the outpost totals roughly 7; the other four were just Ray's scrap pistols."

"Hey! Not scrap!"

"Whatever---And we're still missing that cable to the giant roaster of death... that Scorch had borrowed to Cards." The seeker glared at the minicon, who squirmed.

"Alright. HeatRay- give me an overview."

"Right now we're looking at 54% energy, and power. Well, 30% with Red gone..."

"She's not dead."

"...yet-"

"Without Kyra- main spark power is cut in half... We need to find a filler, or replacement... I'm sorry ro spring this on you so quickly Kydro- but without a second half of you, combining is impossible."

Kydro simply nodded his helm and turned to scorch.

"Scouts report."

He cleared his vocals.

"Red and I were able to clean up the last transmission received from Kyra... at first the words were just rambled, but Red rescrambled it and was able to clarify what was said--"

"Play it."

Scorch looked at Kydro for a moment before he carefully removed a smaller circular disk, and tossed it onto the table.

"Kzzzch------- Pri--kzzzzchk--- from the sky! They-- kzzchk--- said from the sky-- -who ar--hey?!---kzzsch--"

There was a break in the transmission, they all looked quite painfully at the object spewing out jumbled words. The members dropped their gaze but Kydro.

"Kzzzzzchhhk-- no point in running now-- FIGHT THE---the giant---- YOU CAN---- MISS -T ceiling co--ing down.---- can't...see- god is that my energo----  Goodbye everyone."

They sat in silence.

".... They were attacked. Fight the--? She cut out. We all felt it."

"At least we know she fought like the crazy lady she is." Swordflare said a bit flatly. 

HeatRay looked up.

"Whoever that was---- they must of have came in at least 50 of them if they took her out, Kydro. She was a wildfire, Flare's right, she wouldn't of have gone down without a fight... They destroyed the entire mine. So, what next."

"We tell Fauxwin-"

"No." Kydro growled. "Scorch; you and Red need to do everything you can to fix this transmission." 

"B-but-- we did our best! We can't get this cleared anymore-"

"Then take it to someone who can. Go. Now." Kydro shoved the disk towards the mech- 

Scorch stared helplessly at the angeredCon before sliding out of the booth and running out of the rec room; past the Octopus man- down the steps and flying out the doors. Flare stood with Heatray, finally Kydro rose up as well. They moved back to the table Swordflare had crash landed upon earlier, the tallest of the group looking quite fierce this time at the Octo-Con. The ones that stood there were all that remained of the Pyrocons in the room  Once there were six.

And now there were three. 

[The Legion]

Activating with a solid click that came from the speakers around the room, there was more than ample warning that the tannoy system was about to make an announcement as a moment later Symphony's voice came over the speakers.  Her voice carrying with a light and airy sound that made her speech surprisingly clear while being soothing to listen to, encouraging more than a few of the rec rooms patrons to listen a little closer than usual for such announcements.

"Attention all, Science Personnel, our commander Fauxwing is requesting your presence in the Laboratory with all haste. Failure to arrive promptly will result in appropriate punishment for the disobedience of a high ranking officer. In addition, the Pyrocons have been requested as well. Kydro, your group is expected, only those operating in the war room are excused."

Then just as quickly as she had arrived, her voice was gone disappearing with another click that signalled the message was finished

[Praefectus]

    Frostbite was about to start walking when she brought that question, which made him rest the same pede he had brought forward. "It is less about no one using it and more about having that name but being mostly used for getting energon. The 'fun' part isn't quite there, so the 'recreation' part is mostly relaxing and talking to other Decepticons there." Honestly he still wasn't sure why it was even called rec room when it didn't offer things for the soldiers to truly have fun-At least in legal ways, considering there were ways to keep themselves amused if higher ranks weren't nearby. He couldn't deny dart throwing was something enjoyable...But this was a different story. With that being handled the bomber began to walk and this time properly lead her towards the recreation room, and if inclining himself forward to inspect her before wasn't enough to tell the visible size difference between them, having her to walk by his side certainly was. At least he wouldn't need to worry about her dealing with the trail of snow behind him if she chose to stick by his side instead, but yet again he stopped when he noticed that sudden change on the tone of her voice. "You never took down an Autobot?" Now those were news to him, especially at that point of the war. This made him let out a deep vent and shake his head a few times, now he had really good reasons to be concerned about her well being. "We had been in this war for quite a while, so I am shocked you didn't have to deal with them yet. I highly suggest you to at least stay for a while longer to train with us."

    Her reaction to his inspection on her chassis only made him confused, as at least in his processor it was fine to lean like that to study her. "A harpoon gun won't do you any good in a fight against someone equipped with an anti-armor cannon, or even twin-linked gatlings. You need some actual firepower." He nodded in response to her question and tapped his chestplate with an open servo. "Of course you do, pilots do need to be very for every occasion too. We are all soldiers here, so if you do end up in a tough situation, you will have to shoot, so you might as well be well-armed." Her question made something that was -almost- like a laugh come out from his masked mouth. "No, the medics don't. I just thought you had those as your chassis is apparently for fighting underwater. But I am sure the medics have blasters or other weapons along with their medical tools." That weird hitch made him stare at her a tad confused, uncertain why she reacted like that but his attention returned to the room they were now in. "And here we are, the rec room. We can move to the second floor to talk there."

[Archivium]

Keeping her helm down for most of their trek to the rec room, Depth Dive couldn't help letting out a low grinding whirr as she listened to him go on about her lack of combat experience. In hindsight, it was her own fault for letting that fact slip out in the first place. "I've managed to get by just fine so far," she claimed, knowing full well how invalid of a point that was to make, her hefty shoulders slumping a moment later. "...It's nice of you to offer though, really, but I'm sure your base's resources are better spent on actual recruits, and I've got more deliveries to make after this."

Excuses, excuses. Followed by a long, static-filled ex-vent, which only proved to deflate the smaller femme further. "If they wanted to train me, you think they would have done that before they tossed me in my own ship to fend for myself out there, against the odds-- which I'm not complaining about or anything, let's be clear...!" The aquaformer suddenly straightens once she realizes where they were now, even if the rec room was relatively vacant, she wanted to make sure her opinions on where she viewed herself in the grand scheme of the Decepticon hierarchy could not be misconstrued.

After her little outburst however, she forced herself to settle down and nodded in agreement. "The second floor seems like a good idea, and also looks like it's more out of the way," came the insightful observation of those optics shielded by that thick and darkly tinted visor, now craned upward at the balcony above them before they were on the move again to access the stairs leading to where they intended to find a suitable place to settle into.

[Praefectus]

    As one would expect, at least from a soldier that still worried about his comrades he had good reasons to complain about her lack of training and weapons. His helm tilted to the side when she still trying to defend her current situation, which only made him let out a deep vent. "And do you think it will stay that way all the time? You said it yourself, you visited a base under attack, so eventually you will have to fight. You cannot rely on luck in a war." Her words really weren't working to calm his processor, if anything he was only growing more concerned about just how she saw herself. "You are a soldier, therefore you are just as important as any of us here, and if you are a skilled pilot they cannot afford losing you either." With them already on the rec room, he made sure to guide her towards the upper part of the room, just so they could speak without someone nearby hearing them. "I am not sure how things work on different sectors, but a lot of us had very different lives before the war. Some of us did get the time to train, some didn't. So it is never too late to sharpen your skills in the combat field."

    The bomber just kept moving for now, and when they were pretty much on the corner of the second floor, he sat down and laid his arms on top of the table. "And this goes above just being 'useful' for them. Some of us still care about our comrades, and I couldn't stand the thought of seeing a Decepticon I just met being offlined due to some unfortunate event." He wasn't afraid to speak his position about this, at least when there were no higher ranks breathing down his neck expecting him to only say the -important part-. "So I will be training you, if you don't want to...Interrupt the others or still feel unsure about this. Because I still think you do need proper weapons and be prepared to fight." The mech glanced to both sides as if he was checking for people nearby before opening a hidden compartment in his chassis to pull out two energon cubes, each on a near freezing state. "Here you go." He placed one of them on the table, keeping the other on his servo for now.

[Archivium]

Following Frostbite up to the second level of the rec room, she couldn't help stomping her clunky pedes on each step while she listened to him chastise her about how wrong she was about everything - at least that's how she chose to interpret it all. Falling into an awkward, if not tense silence making their way over to the far table in the corner, her helm tilted down as only a faint static warble could be heard coming from the bulky 'con.

That was, until they arrived at their destination and her companion took a seat at the booth, to which she was in the process of following suite. There was mention of him caring about comrades, something-something about 'cons he just met being offlined by 'unfortunate events', she may have been half listening at this point while doing a poor job at hiding that she was now sulking- well, her visor and mask did a handy job of obscuring her expression, but the slumped over posture and crossed arms might have given it away. The moment he brought up training her however, that certainly got her attention.

"Wh- Wait, what...?!" The aquaformer sprang up in an instant, almost knocking over her frosted cube of energon. "I mean, don't you have important- I don't know, stuff to deal with? Are you even sure you have time to train me? Not that I'm ungrateful... I just don't want you getting caught doing something you shouldn't and getting in trouble for my sake." She stares at the mech for a moment longer in disbelief, then tries to settle down, turning her attention to the cube he had offered, bringing her digits around it but not yet lifting it up.

"What will I do about my route, I have a schedule to keep, you know?" She mutters lowly, as if knowing it was a pathetic excuse to even bring up.

[Praefectus]

    Somewhat expected that lack of eagerness coming from her based on her previous behavior when he made those comments related to her lack of weapons, and he knew that she probably didn't hear any of that from him...But he also didn't want her to leave that base and gamble her life away yet again, not when there was something they could do to increase the chances of her survival. After all, this was still a war-And soldiers unable to properly fight were going to find themselves in trouble whenever it means facing foes face-to-face or failing to meet the expectations from their superiors...So there was a lot to be concerned about. The way she sprang up and sounded so shocked made him tilt his helm in pure confusion, as at least in his processor he was offering the most fitting option to her current situation. He simply shook his head in response to her question while the lower part of his faceplate opened to reveal his sharp teeth to be able to properly enjoy his cold energon. "That's a negative, I am a soldier and we do train very often. So there is nothing wrong about training another soldier, I can't get in trouble for making a pilot a strong fighter, that's exactly what they want from us." Now those excuses were only getting absurd at that point. "...Are you trying to avoid this training on purpose?" He tilted his head again, keeping all those optics focused on her faceplate while that cold and snowy cloud came out of his mouth this time. "Your route and schedule can wait, I am sure Fauxwing will grant you permission to stay until your training is fully done. So if that's something you are truly concerned about, I assure you I will handle it-But..." He took a slow sip from the cube before placing it down on the table, keeping those tapping fingers wrapped around it. "...I need to make sure you are willing to train."

    While he was concerned about her well-being, he wasn't going to push her any further, he was giving the option and ways to solve those issues/excuses she had been bringing up, but if she was going to keep bringing more excuses then he wouldn't bother her any further. "There's no point on trying to train someone who refuses to see their true potential. And while I think you can improve yourself, I cannot simply force you to train." There wasn't much for him to add on that topic, so he just proceeded to enjoy the nearly frozen energon, taking more sips while pondering just what sort of reply he was going to get from the aquaformer.

[Archivium]

It was clear that the blue plated femme was now thinking deeply on what Frostbite had offered, her stubby digits curling around the chilled cubed of energon she had yet to take a sip from. Every so often a small whirr or garbled hum would escape her, but nothing remotely coherent, until finally her helm dipped into a compliant, if not reluctant nod. "Alright, fine- yeah, I'll do it...!" She statically confirms, and the cube is finally lifted to be tilted at its corner, and the liquid poured through the widest, central slot in her mask. It wasn't the cleanest method of energon ingestion by far, made a little more messy by the slight tremble in her servo before she quickly set the cube down; letting the remnant of her drink drip off her face plating. Either she didn't notice or didn't care to wipe it away.

"So, do we have to start right away? How long is this going to take, exactly-- and you're not going to be one of those really strict trainers, are you?" There was no real warning for the mech as to what had suddenly flipped the switch for Depth Dive, but her silent pouting had been replaced with frantic inquiries in an instant. "Oh, and do I still get to use my harpoon gun?" Servos press flat against the table's surface then as she tilts her head to the side so she could peer up at him expectantly, as again he'd no doubt feel that intense stare upon him from beyond that layer of thick reflective material that made up her visor.