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.

[icemasta]

//Medic please. And someone skilled, there's vital bits missing here.//

[0ut_of_sight]

//That bad? I'm gonna come down to your room. You're still there, right? And Blackstar says to take it up with Roddy and Dem, by the way.//

*heads towards the door, turning to look behind him as it slides open. To Blackstar:* I'm going to Snowcat and Demolisher's room to see how bad 'Cat is. You coming?

[midnightspook]

Blackstar had faded from sight the last time Echoshift had turned his attention away, figuring that Shifter might be headed down to check on the injured Con. Probably best to keep his head down in that quarter for now. It's just not worth getting into a knock-down, drag-out with Demolishor, even if the missle-mech can't touch him. He grins to himself and waits to see what Shifter will make of his disappearing act.

[icemasta]

//Yeah, yeah, I'm down here. And bring the slagger with you.//

[0ut_of_sight]

*Echoshift blinks at the suddenly empty patch of space where Blackstar used to be, before looking around the rest of the room to try and spot any sign of the vanished Seeker. Perhaps not wholly unexpectedly, there is none. Snowcat's comm message comes through, but he ignores it for the moment while he switches to senses other than the standard visuals and scans the room with them. Again, nothing

[icemasta]

//Yeah, ghosts tend to do that. He did it when he made off with my zambonis too. *grumbles*//

[0ut_of_sight]

*Well, that pretty much confirmed everything he'd been suspecting up to this point. Blackstar was a spook, like Duskwing.*

*Hmm. Hopefully this isn't a sign that the base is starting to attract ghosts from all over the place, for whatever reason. Two was plenty enough already, thanks. Any more and he would have to make a trip to the Nexus and bug the Ghostbusters for a copy of the schematics for their particle accelerators, so he could take them to the Nexus Labs (there is such a place. He's even come across a sign saying as much before!) and have someone there scale the designs up to Transformer size.*

*After a while, still invisible, Echoshift arrives outside the door to Snowcat and Demolisher's shared quarters.*

//'Cat, is your door unlocked?//

[icemasta]

//Nah, I left it open. C'mon in.//

[0ut_of_sight]

//Okay.//

*He fades back into view and taps the door control. The door slides open with a quiet hiss and he steps through, looking around the room for a sign of either Energonverse Decepticon.*

[icemasta]

*Demolishor is leaning against the wall on the far side of the room, and Snowcat is sitting on the bed. Snowcat's windshield has been almost completely bashed in, and is covered by a thick sheet of plexiglass that Demolishor glued on to keep anything else from falling out. There are loose fuel lines tangled up inside his driver's compartment and stains of an unknown nature. Snowkitty is on the floor next to Demolishor, eating a fish product*

Heya. *waves*

[toughguytruck]

*Demolishor also waves. Similar stains can be seen between his fingers and in his joints. He seems a bit calmer than he was before, and perhaps a bit more exhausted*

[0ut_of_sight]

Hey 'Cat, Dem.

*Echoshift can clearly see the damage to the ATV's windshield from his place by the door. He walks over to the bed to take a closer look, grimacing a bit on seeing the mess inside the cab.*

*Yeah. This needed a medic alright.*

What's all this stuff? *points at the stains* Mech fluid?

*While he waits for one of them to answer, he opens a comm channel to one of two medics who immediately strike him as possibilities for help. The one who wasn't stuck in Autobot City right now, and capable of flying over to the base relatively quickly. Or so he hoped.*

//Hey Strata? It's Shifter. Where're you at right now?//

[strataseeker]

Strata executes a tight spiral roll, checking all the variable positions of her vectored thrusters in aerospike mode. She levels out in surprise when Shifter's voice breaks over her comm. She hadn't expected to hear from him for hours yet.

// Currently I'm 452,000 feet above the Pacific Ocean. Why? You done already? //

[0ut_of_sight]

//Nope, 'fraid not. I'm still at the underwater base.// *there's a brief pause* //Strata, you're a field medic and repair tech, right?//

[strataseeker]

All business now. // Yeah. Something happen? You need some help? //