Iacon - The Autobot Capital

[Foxfire]

A shining metropolis, Iacon, the Autobot Capital, stood proud and tall with its gleaming spires. At the center of Iacon rested the Citadel where the High Council of the Primes resided at. Many civilians made their homes here, and the terrorist group known as the Decepticons is a far-off problem of no concern to Iacon's citizens. Propaganda for the Autobot enforcers litters the streets, appealing to citizens' sense of justice and pride. Today is a seemingly normal day for Iacon, but no place is truly safe from the creeping influence of the Decepticons...

[Towreck]

~Iacon City: Towreck's Weapon Shop- "The Iron Hammer"~

"Thanks! Come Again!" Towreck called out to the customer who walked out of his store. His 6th Customer today. Boy, It sure is getting busy. With the Autobot enforcers getting weapons from here wasn't enough, I got people willing to join up with them and help. It's great business and all but...Talk of war is spreading. And I don't like it. He thought. He heard the door open and looked to see who it was, when an all too familiar friend came walking in. "Hey Bunker." Towreck called out.

"Hey Wreck. Tell me, have you heard what's been going on with the High Council?" He asked.

"Well, no not much. Other than they have gotten these 'Autobot Enforcers' to keep out those Decepticons." Towreck said to his friend. "Speaking of Decepticons, I heard that Megatron, that gladiator from Kaon's pits, is in charge of them." He added, as he put some new weapons on display.

"That's what I came in here for." Bunker said, as he walked over to Towreck's counter. "I was at the pits today, and Megatron was talking about the group. Some of the things he said, were pretty inspiring." He told Towreck. "Speaking of Enforcers, word on the street is your shop has been the main attraction for their weapons." He said, nudging his friend in the side.

Towreck laughed. "Heh, yeah well...its good for Business I guess. I'm making good money off this. I might actually get to pay rent on time this cycle, AND have some left over." Towreck said, beaming.

"Yeah well....it's all good and stuff, but I told you so. A war is coming, I can feel it." Bunker said, starting to go back behind the counter. "Hey, you mind if I help clean some guns?" He asked Towreck.

"Yeah yeah, War-shmore. Ill believe it when I see it." He said, cleaning a weapon. "Sure, you can help...there's some in the backroom needing cleaning. I could use the help-Oh scrap!" Towreck yelped, as he dropped the weapon he was cleaning. He quickly picked it up and inspected it. "Phew, that was close." He muttered, as he went back to cleaning.

Bunker laughed and nodded, walking to the back room. "Mock all you want, but when the war comes...I'm going to say 'I told you so!'" He said, grabbing a weapon.

[Sapphirewave]

Iacon: Echcon Tower

Empire looked over a breath taking view of Iacon from his office. To him, it was like a toy store that he could loot whenever he wanted without anyone caring. Anything he wanted was his, and he loved it. Countless bots worked for him and did mindless tasks without question. He could care less about the bots in the streets. All he cared about was power. “What a wonderful city we live in. Remember, the only think holding this city together is hard work and unity.” He said smiling.

“Ok, that will do.” Empire turned around to see a mall drone standing behind him and patted it on the head. “Go and deliver my daily message to all my employees. Oh, and tell the science department to hurry up on that artificial energon generator project.” The drone beeped and rushed out of the office to deliver Empire’s messages. Once the drone was out of sight, Empire sat down behind his desk and began to scan over news reports before his first appointment.

[Muezick]

Three types of prison in this city. Low Security and high Security.

In High security, they take your spark out and toss the body. Put your spark in a box and lock it away for ever. Starfire's glad she isn't in that level of prison. A bot could go mad in a place like that, course anybody they put in there is already mad before they go in. It'd been her fear coming here, being sent here. That they'd find a reason to put her in hi-sec for some reason. Maybe some other bot would frame her. Her trust ran thin with anything these days, especially after what Starscream did to her.

No, she minded herself well, and kept outa hi-sec, stayed in Low Security, where the bots are kept in cells. High voltage electrified bars, two bots to a cell. a low grade power charging station and nothing else. Every week, once a week, they were let out, given room to move, transform. She called it the play pin, because that's all it was, a glorified play pin, with tall thick walls and a null ray net over the top, so not even the fliers could escape. She watched one try once, and that wasn't pretty.

and now today, she gets set free. Free into the third kind of prison. Work, Recharge, Work, Recharge. A daily grind she remembered well. At least out there, she gets to carry her guns around. She gets to fly around where she wants. It's been so long though, she hasn't got much else on her mind. After the energon shackles come off, she transforms a second later, and launches into the sky. Blasting away at high speed, ignoring inner city speed limits until she breaks the sound barrier a couple times over. Eventually, she finds herself in orbit.

She transformers again, becoming an orbital gun, a platform that could level small cities in a very short time frame. The cannon locks onto the prison where she was held. She fires. But nothing comes out. She hasn't rearmed, though her license should be good to rearm.

"Maybe that's a good first thing to do."

She said to herself, as she transforms back to bot mode, and casually lets cyberton's gravitational pull, pull her back in. It's slow at first, then gradually, she builds momentum and speed, until she's falling at an extremely rapid rate. The thrusters on her feet fire, slowing her quickly, but not fast enough. She falls past the tall spires across Iacon's city scape, a black and purple blur, until she lands with a loud crash, a small quake.

Right near Towreck's shop.

[Towreck]

"Hey Wreck, What's with this big giant weapon back here?" Bunker called from the back room.

"It's nothing. And I swear to Primus if you touch the thi-" He heard an impact, sounded like an explosion, and his whole shop had shaken."BUNKER, WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT-" He began.

"Cool your jets, I didn't touch it! That wasn't me." Bunker yelled back.

"Then what in Primuses name WAS it?" He asked, sticking his head out the door of his shop. He looked and noticed a small crater in the road, with a fembot seeker inside the crater. "What in the-?" Towreck asked, not sure what to say.

[Sapphirewave]

Iacon: The streets

A drone rushed through the streets of Iacon holding a silver box above its head. Surveying the shops around it, the small drone spotted its goal and rushed towards the shop. Running past Starfire, the drone stopped in front of Towreck and dropped the box at his feet before running away.

Iacon: Echcon Tower

Meanwhile, Empire sat behind his desk reading over news reports involving Megatron. “Fascinating…” he murmured to himself. “Computer, bring up more files about this bot and-” Empire was cut off when a hologram appeared before him showing an image of Towreck’s shop with the words ‘package delivered’ underneath. Empire smiled and said, “Computer, cancel all my appointments for the rest of the day, and bring up more files on Megatron.” As more holograms began to appear on Empire’s desk he began to real each of them one at a time.

[Muezick]

Location: Towreck's shop.

She slowly stands upright, her left knee comes up off the crushed metal she'd landed on. She'd left a dent, seems her mass hasn't decreased as much as she thought it had, still, she'd need to give herself a full charge soon. The sparse energon they give you in Prison is barely enough to sustain life. Hardly could be considered nourishment. She stretches her arms up over her head, and swishes her hips around, then bounces some. Her large feet clang against the metal as she hops, her arms held against her chest, clawed hands curled into fists. She throws a few well executed punches and a nearly flawless uppercut...

One more stretch...

Then she turns around just in time to see the little drone rush past her, when she lays eyes on Towreck. She smirks gently, just the bot she was looking for. She turns with a series of feminine gestures and makes her way towards Towreck's shop. She looks like trouble, she has the markings of an ex-convict fresh out of prison. Fresh burns on her wrists, hips and ankles from hard-energon bindings. Scars she'll probably have for the rest of her existence. Those don't just burn into the surface metal, after awhile, they get down deep, they can't just be buffed off like any old scuff.

"Hey..."

Her voice was fairly flat, lacking in any sort of charisma, and a little on the deep side, for a fembot at least. She is addressing Towreck, but she'll refrain from speaking further, as she pauses to watch the box herself. Curious red eyes with a face that bares an undeniable resemblance to the chief executive guard of the dark energon high above all their heads.

Starscream.

In fact, she may very well be the only fembot seeker there is. And she may even be infamous for what she 'did' to get thrown in prison. Attempted murder of a prime, course the evidence was sparce, it had all been a set up. But Starscream had been flawless in his gamble, and it paid off...For him at least, his big abusive sister was finally out of the picture...and what did it get him? Detail on some satellite, far far away from home. But she didn't know that, she didn't know anything really, she's been locked away so long...

As for Current events? Starfire hasn't got a clue, she doesn't know where her brother is, she doesn't know who Megatron is, and she certainly hasn't got a clue about autobots or decepticons. Of course, as time draws onward...

...that'll change.

[Towreck]

Towreck watched as the little drone rushed off, dropping the box it had been carrying. ".....?" He bent down and grabbed the box. He studied it a bit before looking back over to the crate. The Fembot who was in it had climbed out. He sensed someone standing next to him, poking his head out.

"Why hello there.....a fembot seeker. Not to bad looking on the eyes either" Bunker mumbled into Towreck's ear.

Towreck growled and nailed Bunker in the side. "Get back in the shop, she's a potential customer." He hissed at Bunker, his voice still out of the recievers of the fembot. "She looks to be a ex-con, fresh markings. Could be trouble." He mumbled.

Bunker smirked. "Ex-Con or not....hey, shes a fembot. And again, a seeker." He mumbled back.

Towreck just glared at him, before nailing him in the side harder this time. Bunker grunted. "I said...get back inside. You still got weapons to clean." He hissed, louder this time.

"Ow Ow...okay okay. Can't you take a joke? Sheesh." Bunker said, going back inside. He went back to the side of the store he was on, and cleaned again.

Towreck shook his head. "Idiot...." He mumbled, before looking back up to the Fembot. "Hey There, Come on in. It seems this is the place you was looking for." He responded, before going behind the counter and setting the box down on his desk. "So, how can I help ya?" He asked.

[Muezick]

Location: Towreck's shop.

Starfire had her brow arched as she approached. She Stands at a good 8 feet taller than the shop owner and tried not to crowd him as she followed him to the counter. Though honestly, the fact that she can remember any social skills at all is a miracle, she didn't have much in the way of social skills going into Prison, coming out, with her sub average intelligence, it's bound to be hilariously awful.

"I need an overhaul on my weapons. Cluster bomb rockets, Armor piercing laser cannons and plasma blades. I ... Um, recently got my licence to bare arms returned to me."

She sounded like she was trying to play off the fact that she literally had just walked out of Prison not an hour ago. It was hard to hide though, with the burns. They're almost like Prison tatoos. A permanent reminder of her punishment

"I need em rearmed and recommissioned. I have money."

She has an account filled with money that had been frozen when she was put in prison, when she was released, it should've been unfrozen and should still be good. She hasn't been free in a very very long time though, so it's possible that what ever bank she used may have closed. She pulls out her credit chit from a compartment on her hip and slides it down onto the counter. When Tow checks the credit chit, he'll find it to be invalid. Her money isn't gone, just lost in limbo some where, and of course, she'll have to hire some kind of expert to track it down.

It's always something...

[Towreck]

Towreck checks his stock. They were some pretty high packed weapons and ammo she was requesting. Luckily, He had it. He got the stock list and called to Bunker. "Hey Bunk, get over here!" He called, before grabbing the chip and scanning it. He punched a few keys, and raised an Eyebrow. "Well, it would seem your account is...invalid." He began. "Possibly frozen or something." He said to her.

Bunker came over and looked at the list. He whistled to himself. It seemed to be a pretty big list of big weapons, minus the blades.