Kaon - The Decepticon Capital

[Towreck]

Bunker cast a weary glance at Onewing. To him it almost seen as if he had a few screws loose. Nodding his head slowly, Bunker turned his direction back to Kokular. "Yeah...you do that. Just dont be late..." And with that, Bunker transformed, blasting back off to Kokular.

~Meeting Room~

Bunker landed down near the meeting room. Seeing no one else yet, he went inside. Seeing Rexacon there caused for Bunker to do a slight bow. "Lord Rexacon, I have sent word to every bot I could find. They should be arriving shortly." Bunker then got up, and moved to his seat, waiting for the others.

[Laser]

Kol watched Rexacon walk into the meeting room, and then followed shortly after. He uploaded a few stats and files to his instant cache, in case Rexacon needed him to report anything. Never hurt to be prepared. He found a seat and sat down, patiently awaiting the start of the meeting.

[Bivile]

Onewing may have arrived earlier if he had not been distracted by checking his reflection in a particularly reflective surface on a tower. Certain that he was looking right spiffy, he zipped around toward Kokular. The teal-colored robot flew his way to the meeting location. He landed a short distance from the entrance to the room. The touchdown to the ground was a bit clumsy, since he had a decent speed going before suddenly deciding to walk. It didn't take much more than an instant to catch himself.

Maybe no one see that, He thought, cringing a bit.

The Seeker had a short time's hesitation before trotting into the room. Red optics made a quick all-over scan of the place. A relieved smile appeared as he saw that he was not the first one. That would have been lonely. What perhaps might have been more awkward was if he was late. Onewing, suddenly hit with that possibility, quickened his pace a small bit. As nonchalantly as he could manage, the flier brought himself to a seat. He straightened his posture, respectful and proper.

[Rexacon]

~Meeting Room~

In a flash of light, Roll appeared before them as she sat down on her seat. Looking around, she seemed to wonder if there was any more cons coming. Roll stretched out as she put her elbow on the desk, waiting for more cons to come. Looking at Kol, she sure that he might have some few bots.

"Any bots left? What's taking them so long?"

Rexacon growled as he was impatient with the less time they are having. Sending a transmission to Tonic to get there as fast as he can, he looks over to Kol.

"Kol, contact Wraith and Whysp."

[Compile]

Compile walked in not too long after Roll and he looked around. He had just finished downloading the data from Iacon and getting his chest repaired, since he did do a self removal of his faction emblem. It worked, and allowed him to get into Iacon and walk without being attacked. He smiled at the bots that had not survived, as he had planted various bombs on them and blew them as he made his escape.

Looking at those gathered, he found a seat next to Roll and sat down next to her, "So, whatz this meeting about?" he asked her as he waited for the meeting to start. Looking, he spotted Rexacon and bowed to him, "Lord Rexacon," he said simply.

[Laser]

Kol nodded quickly to Roll and Rexacon and sent word to Whysp and Wraith

"Whysp, Wraith, please report to the meeting room as soon as possible. The meeting is about to start, and we need everyone present."

He ended the transmission and smiled lightly as Compile swaggered in. He then remembered something. "Where's Tonic?" he thought out loud, unaware Rexacon had already contacted him. He might as well contact him as well.

"Tonic, make your way to the meeting room immediately. Lord Rexacon has intentions to begin very soon, and we are waiting on you and a few others to arrive. Be here in a timely fashion. Thank you."

So who was here already? Roll the daring scientist, Bunker the deadly Seeker, and Compile the Viral. Not to mention the Great Rexacon, of course. Hopefully the rest of the team would arrive soon, so the meeting could finally begin.....

[Cutlass Rebooted]

Somewhere beneath Kaon:
"A meeting? Wonderful..." Wraith scowls, a room full of living bots was not where he wanted to be.
Whysp wakes up still in Wraith's arms. "Still starving?"
"Yes." He looks down at her. "Apparently we're supposed to be at a meeting. Which unfortunately we're close to..."
She smiles at him. "You can stop carrying me now."
"Not if we want to get there quickly..." Still in his shadow form he holds Whysp a little tighter and walks them both through several walls, stopping roughly underneath the building in line with the meeting room.
"That is quicker..."
"Yep... Going up..." Smiling he flies upwards through the floor right at the back of the meeting room. The smile is replaced by the usual evil look as he silently lets Whysp down onto the floor. They both quietly step forward behind everyone. Wraith shifts out of his shadow form as they take their seats at the very back of the room and wait for the meeting to begin.

[Rexacon]

Rexacon nodded to his fellow cons as he looked at each individual con. Finally all of the pieces have been in one place except for Tonic, but oh well. Now it was time to make his move and secure an outstanding victory for the decepticons. Rexacon looked at each one as his visor glowed.

"My Fellow decepticons! I thank you all for coming to this meeting. From our battle with Zeta Prime to the conquering of Iacon, we have done the impossible."

Looking upon Kol, he nodded towards him for the respect he earned.

"Kol, I admit that you was just a drone to me, but you eventually earned my respect through the battle with Zeta and Iacon. I promote your rank to Team Leader."

Turning to the others, he points to the hologram that has appeared on the table showing the data of the vault.

"Thanks to Compile, we have gotten this data from the citadel before it blew up. The data shows a vault containing a mysterious cube along with other artifacts. I believe the vault contains the power of the original 13 primes. With this power we will spread our rule across the stars and make cybertron into the golden age that it once was. I will develop a team for this; however, first the autobots."

Roll pressed a button showing each of the autobots as she got up to speak for the decepticons.

"I have analyzed the data of each bot that Rexacon has given to me. Towreck, judging by his profile, he is a weapons maker and a capable soldier to the autobots. Laser, the guardian, his immense size and firepower makes him the most dangerous of all the autobots. He is the brute force, take him down and the autobots have no chance. And of course Vibro who happens to be the leader & brains. These are all the data of the bots we have so far. Now from my understanding, Kol has been assigned to assemble a team."

Roll sat down as it was Kol's turn for him to gather his report.

(*Increased Kol endurance & Charisma*)

[Laser]

Kol nodded in thanks to Rexacon's praise, and quietly listened to Roll's brief presentation. When she gave him the floor, he made a note to add to some of the things she talked about.

Kol stood and managed a smile, nodding to his fellow Decepticons. "Hello, comrades. I would first like to thank Lord Rexacon for his generous promotion. I will not disappoint you. Nor will I disappoint you," he said, referring to the others sitting with them. "Now, what Mistress Roll has broken down for us is a great general idea of current Autobot inventory in terms of soldiers. But if we break things down on the psychological level--" He flipped on his projection.

Displayed were floating words. Kol reached out and touched one, causing the projection grid to flutter blue in reaction and open up the key points. "Attitude. The Autobots have been stomped, beaten, rejected, and killed. They dwindle in numbers and have a victory rate lower than 34% across the Northern Hemisphere of the planet. However they are far more charismatic amongst themselves than we are. Groups that are more charismatic are more likely to form brotherhoods and tight knit allies. This is something we need to work on."

He selected a new word.

"Patience. I've noticed that as a group, the Decepticons military geniuses. But some of us are too quick to act on our own and act on frustration. And--" He selected the next word...

"Security...the most important." He was reluctant to talk about this at first, but he felt that it was necessary. "What happened earlier with Shadow was unacceptable. A lot of people died as a result of poor security. If things are going to be kept secret, then they need to be properly stowed away so us lower ranking 'expendables' don't get hurt. The Autobots obviously don't have a hierarchy of some sorts as do we, so this isn't a problem for them."

Kol switched off his projection and moved to the more important matter at hand. "I have chosen a team of Decepticons to accompany me on the hunt for the Autobots. My choice is not based on who is the best or who is not, but rather specialty. And based on the need to develop attitude, patience, and security. Now, of course if you have been chosen, you have a right to deny service to the cause. Understand you will be reprimanded accordingly."

Kol turned to Bunker. "Master Bunker, your skills as a Seeker were unmatched in the Iacon battle. Your ability to serve as an all around soldier made you not only the ideal choice...but the first choice."

Kol turned to Whysp and Wraith. "I do not know much about you, but I don't need to pry. I know you both do your job in a supernatural way, and as long as that works, it is all the information we need. I chose you for your experience in stealth. Hopefully both of you choose to join me, because if one of you don't, I'm sure I will lose the other."

"These are my choices. I will put in an order for a new ship, Nightrunner II. Until it is ready, we will need to use another that is quick and stealthy. If any of you have objections, please let me know."

[Bivile]

Onewing's posture faltered after a rather short while, as he eased into a more relaxed position. He kept his attention focused right in front of him, where he knew it was needed. A small scraping emitted from his knees as he slid his lower arms over them as he leaned in. Crimson optics remained as information-hungry as had been. Kol's mention of the Decepticon's apparent inability to function as a team, got a small scowl out of him. At first, it was because of denial, but then as the realization that it was all too true came over him. His glare softened a bit; someone such as himself, with a reputation of being left alone to fend for himself, should have known that fact too well.

The one-winged Seeker's lips parted as he nodded once, uttering a barely-audible, "Yeah."

The teal jet may have been able to picture himself going on this special mission, but subconsciously even hew knew he probably shouldn't have been trusted with such things. It wasn't much of a surprise to him when the announcement came, anyway. Upon the mentioning of the three, Onewing leaned up once more, tilting his vision in the direction of each 'bot as they were mentioned. He both admired and envied those in a special position. The dense Decepticon knew better than to admit that publicly. Finally looking before him again, he wondered if there was anything else that would be discussed.