Crossroads - Wednesday, February 14, 2001
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Throne Room - Decepticon HQ(#4868RWtM)

        The room is dim just like that of Shockwave's quarters. The purplish hue given to it by the waters of another reinforced window that gives him an ample view of the waters the base is under. A large purple throne built to fit a Cybertronian of his size sits in the middle of the room on a large dias. Computer terminals are at his reach, the room his highly secured. Cannons hidden in the walls make any attempt at his life impossible. He's able to monitor any activity that is occuring outside of his throne room, and on the control center of his maverl of a base.
 
Contents:
Obvious exits:
 <C> leads to Control Room - Decepticon HQ.
 <O> leads to Command Nexus - Decepticon HQ.

Dreadwind steps through a pair of sliding doors and enters the Throne Room.

On Screen> Command Nexus> Dreadwind has left.

Dreadwind walks in. That's it. No nod, no pleasant greeting, nothing. Just him and his eternal cloud of darkness.

Shockwave's seated at his throne with view screens of all different sections of the island and the base itself. Shockwave's attention is focused on something else..battle plans. His optic shimmers, and he turns his head to face Dreadwind. He calmly intones, "Do you have something of importance to report?"

Dreadwind walks up to a monitor and stares into it, saying with a half-sigh, "No."

Shockwave keeps his optic focused on Dreadwind, and he calmly intones, "Then what is it you came here for without requesting a personal meeting with myself?"

Dreadwind shrugs, "I don't really know."

Shockwave slowly shakes his head, and he keeps his gaze on Dreadwing. His optic flashes twice, and he tersely intones, "You are searching the monitors for something. Do tell me what it is."

Dreadwind sighs, "Nothing, honestly. I was simply walking along, thinking about oblivion, when I noticed I was here. And the monitor seemed as good a place to look as any."

Shockwave waves his hand in the air absently, and he leans deeply into his throne. His optic flashes once again, "So I see. And as you notice there is currently no activity taking place within the base itself."

Dreadwind shakes his head, "Nothing significant."

Shockwave's optic shimmers, and shakes his head, "Report to Cyclonus for orders. I am sure you will find them fitting..After all I am certain you will take great pleasure in causing pain and suffering to frail humans."

Dreadwind shrugs, half-heartedly, "May as well..." He manages to drag himself away from the oh-so-enthralling monitor and heads out.

Dreadwind has left.

On Screen> Command Nexus> Dreadwind has arrived.

On Screen> Command Nexus> Dreadwind has left.

On Screen> Elevator> Dreadwind has arrived.

On Screen> Elevator> Dreadwind has left.

On Screen> Crew Nexus> Dreadwind has arrived.

On Screen> Crew Nexus> Dreadwind has left.

On Screen> Elevator> Dreadwind has arrived.

On Screen> Elevator> Dreadwind has left.

On Screen> Development Nexus> Dreadwind has arrived.

On Screen> Development Nexus> Dreadwind has left.

On Screen> Repair Nexus> Dreadwind has arrived.

On Screen> Repair Nexus> Dreadwind walks in, half-heartedly looking around.

On Screen> Repair Nexus> Cyclonus glowers slightly at the machine to which he his connected, some minor internal repairs a neccessity it would seem, likely after some recent skirmish, but nonetheless an annoyance.

On Screen> Repair Nexus> Dreadwind hrms, "It appears I'm not the only one suffering."

On Screen> Repair Nexus> Cyclonus turns his scowl to the entrance of the dour Dreadwing. "Suffering?" he inquires pointedly, "I do not suffer. I merely dislike the inconvenience of repairs."

On Screen> Repair Nexus> Dreadwind shrugs, "In either case, I am to report to you for orders."

On Screen> Repair Nexus> Cyclonus nods and with steady hand disconnects himself from the machine, stowing away its cables in neat, succinct fashion. "I will be dispatching a communique shortly regarding both your orders and those of most every Decepticon ... It seems we're to have a little vacation."

On Screen> Repair Nexus> Dreadwind sighs, "Oh joy."

On Screen> Repair Nexus> Cyclonus again goes back to frowning, his optics glowing a disapproving red. "You will of course comply with orders ... regardless of how you feel about them."

On Screen> Repair Nexus> Dreadwind echos, "Of course."

On Screen> Repair Nexus> Cyclonus agreeably inclines his head, not one to care much so long as that criterion is met. "Good."

On Screen> Repair Nexus> Dreadwind says, "So where is this vacation supposed to be held?"

On Screen> Repair Nexus> Cyclonus pronounces it with no small measure of disdain, "Los Angeles, I believe the humans call it. We are to decimate a target of our choosing there in order to draw the Autobots into battle."

On Screen> Repair Nexus> Dreadwind nods slightly, "Darkwing should enjoy that..."

On Screen> Repair Nexus> Cyclonus shrugs his shoulders. "It is not about enjoyment. We are given orders, we follow them."

On Screen> Repair Nexus> Dreadwind is standing near Cyclonus, with his usual atmosphere of depression.