Enjoy Your Incarceration

Log Title: Enjoy Your Incarceration

Characters: Scrapper, Windshear

Location: Trypticon brig

Date: November 23, 2012

Players: Bzero (Scrapper), StarscreamF15 (Windshear)

TP: Dweller TP

Summary: Scrapper visits Windshear in his cell.

As logged by Scrapper - Friday, November 23, 2012, 11:11 PM

Brig - Sub-Level 1 - Trypticon

 * Trypticon's brig, a dark, well-defended room, with monitors and controls lining one wall. The brig contains many cells, the size of which is maintained by a complex series of forcefields. Additional forcefields keep prisoners at bay, and armed guard monitor their every activity. Whenever there is a prisoner here, there is ALWAYS at minimum a pair of Decepticon guards in this room.

Scrapper has asked Windshear about whether or not he can sense the Dweller.

Windshear catches the emotion in Scrapper's voice. He can feel for him. Its hard when you have a teammate missing. "I... can sense the Dweller if I concentrate but I can't sense where Mixmaster is right now, Scrapper. I'm.. sorry. But if you can get the Air Commander to release me I could try and track him down for you."

Scrapper rasps, "That is quite alright. I have other resources on which to call."

Windshear narrows his optics and looks at Scrapper, "Wait, what? Don't tell me you're afraid of the Air Commander are you?" he chuckles then stops suddenly, "You are just going to let me sit here too eh?"

Scrapper rasps, "Afraid? Don't make me laugh. Still, I'd rather deal with your flybots as little as possible."

Windshear flicks a wing, "And you think we want to deal with Fume huggers like you?" Windshear taunts.

Scrapper seems to consider that a moment. "I suppose not," he allows, and hits the cage stun again.

Windshear realizes too late that he deserved that one. This is the 3rd time he's been hit by the juice in just a few minutes and this time it hurts. He deals with it in stoic silence as usual and just looks at the Constructicon. "Are... we done yet?" he asks tightly.

Scrapper rasps, "We're done. Enjoy your incarceration."

Windshear sneers slightly. "Enjoy knowing your teammate is missing...."

Scrapper rasps, "He'll be found. And you'll probably still be locked up." With a polite nod of his head, Scrapper lets himself out.

Windshear watches Scrapper turn to head out but doesn't say anything. Some day the green mech's going to need him...