Unlucky Omens

Log Title: Unlucky Omens

Characters: Megatron , Omen , Soundwave

Location: The Cradle - Kolkular

Date: September 1, 2020

TP: Combticons TP

Summary: Omen returns as instructed, completing her report to Megatron on the Combaticon situation.

As logged by Ghost

TFU - Tuesday, September 01, 2020

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Soundwave's Workshop - The Cradle - Kolkular

Omen

Omen rouses from recharge with a sleepy 'chirr' and wing-flex.

Soundwave starts to stir, actually recharging through the night. He strokes Omen softly in his sleep, giving a bit of a contented sigh.

Omen burble-mumbles something that may have been words but didn't fully process. There's a contended chirr. She clicks her beak as systems online slowly, one at a time cycling up, stabilizing, then the next.

Soundwave smiles under his mask, his optics lighting up "Hello, my dear." he says softly. "Good morning."

Omen peers up, clicks beak and tiny-smiles with optic ridges crinkling. "Su'cuy, Cyare." A flexing of wings, "I will have to report soon."

Soundwave nods "I will be here if needed. Keep your links open." He says, sounding concerned.

Omen blinks, "I will as I am able. If the topic is confidential... You know the rules." Omen flexes wings again and pushes into the air, "I should report rather than await a summoning. Before anything -else- gets leaked out."

Soundwave nods "Sounds good. I will be here if needed."

The Cradle - Kolkular

Omen glides in from the workshop, circling once before landing atop the monitor she's selected as her usual perch.

Megatron is seated on the throne... still? Again? It's difficult to tell except for the stack of datapads seems to have shrunk since the last time Omen was here.

The Decepticon only looks over the top of the datapad in hand at Omen and sets it down. "Omen, what have you to report?"

Omen tips head and beak, wings spanning into an avian-esque bow of formality. "We were able to retrieve 2 additional names to add to the list of those that were involved. The degree of involvement is unknown, my lord."

Megatron leans forward, lacing his fingers together. "Excellent, do you believe that is the -full- list of those involved? Or do you suspect there are still more to be uncovered?"

Omen tilts her head, considering, "I suspect, based on what I, personally, know of the lead element, that any remaining that have not been named will either come out through.. alternative means of data gathering, or perhaps a spot of self sacrifice when their fellow conspirators are taken to task. The initial notation was of a group of 20, I have 18 names." There's a small rasping of her beak. "Some.. of them are ours."

Megatron 's optics narrow and flare at that last bit. "How many of them impersonate loyal members of my Empire?"

For the second time in as many cycles the cannon on Magtron's arm hums to life. This time, however, -ALL- of the remaining gumbies focus in on their work.

Omen tips head, plating ruffling as crest half rises. "Loyal? 2. Members of some standing..." Blink, "3" Megatron scowls as he scans the rows of workers; all of whom have decided they have better things to do right now than get involved in a family discussion. "Five is still too many.."

Omen shakes her head, "3 total, two of which are or.. I had considered loyal. 1 of which. well.. vacillates." Blink, "Glit was confirmed." tone low, "Unfortunate that. And as unfortunate.." she shakes her head, optics slitting, plating flattening, "Or perhaps more, Banshee." Disappointment to her tone now, touched with what may be concern.

Those crimson optics flash brightly and the go dim; the light smoldering behind them. "And the last?" His tone low and menacing, with a promise of violent action in the distance.

Omen clicks beak before rasping with perhaps a touch of venom, "Deathsaurus."

"I would say I am surprised, but I am not," his tone is cold and flat. "I will still meet with Emerel, and discuss the future of the Destrons within the Empire..."

Omen's optics glint.. and there's a sense that she's smiling as beak gapes a bit, plating about optics crinking. "I pulled the security feeds from Arbiter last eve for a deeper review."

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> <connects>

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> Morning.

Megatron nods, "See to that, and what of the others involved outside of the Empire?"

Omen nods, "AS you wish, it has already arrived to Trypticon and has been routed here for direct review. The others.. the lead element remains this Starlock of Harmonex. By her own words she coordinated the various elements, utilizing direct communication with the rest and remaining off of broad ranged systems. The other Autobots involved were named as Chromedome..." Flick of tail, "Dawnfire, Hot Rod, Scales, Twidget, and apparently the entire Protectobot team." A shake of her head, "

Megatron quirks an optic ridge at the mention of the titan. "We may have to consider Trypticon's actions suspect and influenced by a traitor. That will need to be remedied... carefully."

Omen aahhhhs softly, and actually looks away a moment before looking back. "Yes. That will need.. careful handling. To determine involvement."

Megatron considers, "That does not seem to be the whole of the list..."

Omen ticks talons atop the screen she's perched atop. "Self-proclaimed neutral Goth and his counterpart Khamsin. One.. Incognito?" She shakes her head, "And I'm afraid that they used Calyhex' instabilities and frank insanity to loop her in as well. Whether active or simply a location to host their gatherings, I am not certain. She is.." blink, looking off a moment then back, "-Interesting-."

Megatron leans back into the throne and rests his chin between thumb and forefinger, "I see..."

His gaze turns to the map displayed at the other side of the room. "Why do you think it is that you and Cyclonus brought this to my attention first?"

Omen hmms, considering, "We're both field agents as ordered. More direct contact with a myriad of opportunities." Talons tick, "And some things require direct reporting to you due to the subject matter, bypassing the chains of command. This.. is one of them. Any delay in further investigation to confirm would be detrimental to the Empire as a whole."

Megatron listens to, and considers Omens words, "Did you inform Soundwave of your suspicions and findings after reporting to me?"

Omen ticks talons, "I did meet with him after my report, yes. And briefed him on the next steps that were to be taken and the time we were allocated." She tilts her head, "I didn't mention your orders concerning Glit." Tone dry, "What you and I speak of is between us unless you otherwise indicate. But he did deliver the names of Glit and Scales to add to the list after an apparent shake-down of some contact. And he knows that I am reporting all of this to you, including Glits name." Shrug, "Empire above all else, Megatron. Were I concerned, I would have.. arranged an incident some time ago."

"Regardless of that this situation requires coordinated action, and for that I will need my commanders present to discuss how this affects my continued conquest of Cybertron," Megatrons shoulders rise and fall as he chuckles darkly, "and reveal if there are traitors amongst their number as well."

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> ever get this feeling.

<irc.dal.net> <<Underwood>> ?

Omen tips her head, "As you say. A clear definition of 'traitor' is needed. Such a thing is far more than simple suspicion." talons ticking, "And should not be used lightly. As there are many among the empire to which one could apply that slur to simply due to their more self-serving interests. You know my stance on traitors to oaths and the Empire. The burden of proof lies on the accuser."

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> maybe its just being cooped up.

<irc.dal.net> <<<Buttercup>>> Could go out and see what we pick up..

<irc.dal.net> <<Underwood>> Both could come over for some nice tea, it's cooling off here now that the sun is setting

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> alright, wonder if the missus would like to come out.

<irc.dal.net> <<<Buttercup>>> I only drink with strangers at bars.

<irc.dal.net> <<Underwood>> But I am no stranger~

<irc.dal.net> <<<Buttercup>>> Strange enough

<irc.dal.net> <<<Buttercup>>> ;;>

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> Im pretty strange.

<irc.dal.net> <<<Buttercup>>> you're my kind of strange. Puzzle piece

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> If its not going to get too rowdy I'll bring the kidlet

<irc.dal.net> <<<Buttercup>>> I have reports, and a youth that needs a lesson in manners.

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> I have two youth that way and a lot of reports. ugh.

"Ah, yes, but suspicion and self-serving interests are all useful tools to motivate," Megatron explains, "Toppling the Empire from within... without a plan in place, is foolishness and a threat that I will not tolerate."

Finally he looks back to Omen, "I do expect you to be present, in case they dare to doubt my words, and as an extra pair of eyes..." He lets the implication hang in the air momentarily.

"You will know when it is time. Until then you are dismissed."

<irc.dal.net> <<Underwood>> you know my response

Omen notes, tone dry again, "To some degree, yes." Tone sliding sharper, "On that.. attempting to topple, you and I are, as always, in agreement." Fanning wings out, blade-feathers glinting, "In whatever form I am in, I will be, as always, at the Empires command." She tips her head, giving a bow, amused "Additional eyes. Watchers watching watchers watch." And now formal "As you wish."

Megatron turns his attention from Omen; picking up the datapad and resuming to look it over.

  <irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> do I?

<irc.dal.net> <<Underwood>> Don't overwork yourself

Omen pushes up, circles once, then departs. ==  Decepticon High Command Aerie - Praxus==

The Decepticon High Command Aerie was Megatron's base of operations during the Decepticons' occupation of Praxus. It is situated at the center of the Praxus mines and equipped with an advanced laboratory. With most of the Decepticon forces withdrawn from Praxus, the Decepticon High Command Aerie is one of the few outposts in the city-state still held by the Decepticons. Ground access to aerie goes through a large, central tower, which is surrounded by the barracks the miners use in between shifts. One large laser fence surrounds the entire camp, and Decepticon guards regularly monitor and patrol the perimeter.

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> you know me

<irc.dal.net> <<<Buttercup>>> Put them on my desk... Go have.. tea or whatnot.

<irc.dal.net> <<Underwood>> yes you don't sleep for dayso n end.

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> I cant just put them on other peoples desks

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> I suppose I could.

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> Buttercup you wanna come with?

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> I cant just call you butts lol

<irc.dal.net> <<<Buttercup>>> That would be unwise.

<irc.dal.net> <puff> https://youtu.be/FYsf5sehf-k

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> I swear puff Im going to be running slow all day.

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> all that sugar :)

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> :counters with https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1KXT7oghPQ

[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "Meeting concluded. Confidential."

<irc.dal.net> <puff> That's not nearly loud enough, though.

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> depends on the acaliber

<irc.dal.net> <<<Buttercup>>> ...

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> erm caliber

  [Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "understood. how did it go?"

[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "No shots fired. All names listed."

[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "good. are you injured?"

  <irc.dal.net> <puff> That's about the level of an air gun, though.

<irc.dal.net> <<<Buttercup>>> I think I'm going to go And see what this planet has to offer.

<irc.dal.net> <puff> Look, humans write songs with real artillery in them- https://youtu.be/0F5k70xwGSk

[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "Negative. It was a meeting, Soundwave. Why would I be injured?"

(Radio) You transmit, "Good Cycle. I have an alteration to orders you have been given from Megatron." to Cyclonus.

  <irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> I was thinking air gun myself. Whoever recorded it might not have proper artillery. Haah thats awesome

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> Its like when you talk to Banshee

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> what instrument do you play? Trypticon.

<irc.dal.net> <<Underwood>> i think it is a pipe organ

<irc.dal.net> <Slim Pickens> the timing on that video is perfect ::>

(Radio) Cyclonus sends you a radio transmission, 'Ah, Omen. I am listening.'

(Radio) You transmit, "My understanding is Megatron has you to question Glit, correct?" to Cyclonus.

(Radio) Cyclonus sends you a radio transmission, 'Yes, he did. I also need to track down an Autobot or two.'

(Radio) You transmit, "The orders for Glit have changed from questioning to detain. Then questioning, but detain is mandated." to Cyclonus.

(Radio) Cyclonus sends you a radio transmission, 'Acknowledged.'

(Radio) You transmit, "Good hunting. Do let me know if I can be of assistance with any of your other tracking." to Cyclonus.

(Radio) Cyclonus sends you a radio transmission, 'I obtained the name of Starlock from Hot Rod, but haven't been able to isolate her. Not as easy a target as the warriors.'

(Radio) You transmit, "She was last seen in Calyhex. I ordered Ravage to shadow her last evening and report her movmeents as well as anyone she spoke with." to Cyclonus.

(Radio) Cyclonus sends you a radio transmission, 'Excellent. I saw her there, but you were incapacitated and Soundwave also seemed to be having difficulty at the time, so there was no opportunity to take her then.'

(Radio) You transmit, "Your aid with that debacle is appreciated. The city and her inhabitants will protect the Autobot as she has befriended the titan. Unfortunately, the titan can incapacitate me as I've recently learned." to Cyclonus.

(Radio) Cyclonus sends you a radio transmission, 'Unfortunate. If you find an opportunity, I would be glad to assist you. I will also keep my optics open.'

(Radio) You transmit, "Should she depart the confines of the city, we will be alerted." to Cyclonus.

(Radio) Cyclonus sends you a radio transmission, 'That is good news. Is there anything else?'

(Radio) You transmit, "That is the extent of what Lord Megatron instructed me to inform you of, the change in orders. If I gather anything else on Starlock, I will insure that it is forwarded with all due haste." to Cyclonus.

(Radio) Cyclonus sends you a radio transmission, 'Very well. Good hunting, Omen.'

(Radio) You transmit, "Good hunting." to Cyclonus.

[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "you know how the meetings can go. sometimes our lord speaks with his gun arm."

[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "Yes, sometimes he does. Not something I've experienced."

[Con-Tapes] Soundwave says, "good. Well I'm glad he didn't this time"

[Con-Tapes] Omen says, "Me as well."

<irc.dal.net> <Myrddin> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLxb7m0j5Jg

<irc.dal.net> <Morrigan> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHpIvvJvdEU

<irc.dal.net> <Myrddin> hello my dear how are you?

<irc.dal.net> <Morrigan> Well, and you?

<irc.dal.net> <Myrddin> functioning at normal capacity