Returning to Base...

[0ut_of_sight]

((Takes place after this*Some distance out to sea, any human who might happen to be nearby this particular area may wonder why there's a gray fighter jet circling in the sky above for no apparent reason. Or at least, no apparent reason that immediately seems obvious. The jet doesn't appear to be about to leave anytime soon either. Instead, it just

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[midnightspook]

Blackstar, now relieved of the baby zambonis, returns to the base where he'd gotten them. If that's the main stronghold of the Decepticons on this planet, he'd like to poke around a little and see what he can dig up. She's here on this planet, so he's likely to be here for a little while.

First things first, figuring out just where the slag everything is here would be nice. Maybe there's something in the main control room, a map or something, that he can go look at.

Behind Shifter, the black and silver tetra-alt Seeker seems to step out of thin air. He stands there in the shadows of the doorway, silently watching the Eurofighter for a few moments, trying to decide if it's worth it to bother this strange mech, or just wander off and tour the base for himself.

[0ut_of_sight]

*Attention mostly occupied while he's busy at the computer, it takes a while for that being-watched-from-behind feeling to seep through and make Echoshift take notice of it. Eventually he pauses and inclines his head ever so slightly to one side, as if listening for something, before simply continuing his work at the console.*

*absentmindedly, without turning around:* Hey, Dusky.

[midnightspook]

Blackstar quirks one optic at that. So Duskwing roosts here, huh? Should have guessed as much, since Dusky was already here when he showed up for that whole zamboni fiasco. And he didn't seem to mind that all those guys gathered in there had known he was dead. That's good to know.

He absently wonders where Duskwing got himself off to since them. He seemed like a pretty okay mech, and didn't seem to think it was weird to save some other mech's sparklets, which Blackstar knows some of the mechs he used to fly with would have looked at him funny for doing. Maybe this guy knows where Dusky's at. He smiles wickedly and leans against the door frame.

"Actually, that's who I was lookin' for. You seen him around?"

[0ut_of_sight]

*That manages to get his attention. Echoshift drops whatever it is he's doing and turns around to face Blackstar, taking in the unfamiliar color scheme and Seeker-esque design -- a design which speaks of a Cybertronian alt-form, not an Earth jet such as an F-15.*

*Definately not Duskwing, then.*

*And yet, this mech had evidently managed to enter the room without Echoshift noticing at first. In much the same manner as Duskwing had done before. And it was because of this that Echoshift had mistaken this black and silver Seeker for the purple and dark blue one in the first place: Duskwing had only been able to enter without being noticed because he was a ghost.*

*...wait. Hold that thought.*

*Echoshift rests a hand next to the keyboard and leans casually against the computer console. He tilts his head slightly at Blackstar and adopts an expression of friendly curiosity.*

Mm, I might've done. You a pal of his?

[icemasta]

*It's a good two hours later. The cat has been bathed and the wholesome family television has been watched, so to speak. Snowcat has a few new scratches on his windshield, but it's nothing to be worried about. Demolishor is on his side, leaning on one arm and grinning at him. He has Snowcat's mask in one hand*

Oh. Yeah, definitely missed that. *rolls onto his back and grins* We callin' this our honeymoon now? Be in a funny order; first the honeymoon, then the ceremony, then the party.

*taps one finger on Demolishor's chest* We need a party.

[toughguytruck]

Hm? *raises an eyeridge* Maybe when Boots gets back and we can clean some of the weirdos out of the base. Gotta make it a proper Decepticon party, no unwanted Autobots. *wanted Autobots, on the other hand, is quite fine. Just wouldn't be a party without Roddy*

Need preparations, though. Decorations and drinks and things to throw...*chuckles* Eh, we'll get around to it.

[midnightspook]

Looks relatively safe enough right now, or at least Dem looks less likely to explode for the sake of exploding. Not that Blackstar really wants to get into a discussion with him just yet... But Snowcat still wants to talk to him, he figures.

Blackstar phases back out of the room to the corridor to give them their privacy again. Eventually Dem will have to leave, or Snowcat will. He'll try and catch Cat alone then.

[icemasta]

I'm callin' invalid for at least three more hours. You get 'em. *takes his mask back and grins sleepily at him. If he'd known anyone was watching, he'd be horribly embarrassed and would have to go do something very manly to get rid of the taint of cuteness*