1261/Destructoris Incident Debriefing

Cast of Characters: | Blurr, Jazz, Nightlash, Swivel, First Aid, Starlock, 130, Glyph, 140

**Glyph has posed:**
It's been about a decacycle since the 'Bots had had an altercation with the mysterious shapeshifter in the Grav-Haraan Glacier. Since then, some effort has been put towards trying to understand who exactly the elusive mech is, and what he wants. Of course, it'd been rumored that this so called shapeshifter had intention to murder Blurr - and perhaps even on more than one occasion, he'd tried to. Other than that, his purpose in lurking ominously in obscure places and then spontaneously attacking Blurr and even Decepticons, remains unknown.

 Blurr, however, during his last run-in with the mimic, had managed to poach some information from a control console inside the fortified structure housed within the remains of an Omega Destructor.

 Consequently, intel and all other brainy Autobots have gathered in the Decagon to try and make sense of the data Blurr stole.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock is here, morbidly curious given some of the stuff she has heard, but not really having any clue as to what is going on... She's listening to the murmurs and whispers trying to make heads and tails of just what is going on.. In the meantime, she's keeping to the wall.

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
This isn't really Hoist's field but he's here because he can at least support the other Autobots working on the problem if nothing else. This metamorphic thing is putting friends in danger he really dislikes that, even if there's only so much he can do directly related to the problem.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel is present at the briefing - mostly because she's technically in the intel division. Since punctuality matters to the ensign, Swivel had arrived promptly, and prepared to take her own notes. She is seated, with a small console on her lap, ready to type away. Since the briefing hasn't quite began she doesn't mind looking up to nod and smile to Starlock who is up against a wall, before looking down.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr is also here, since he's the one who stole the data to begin with, and there may be questions for him about what he saw. He glances about at the others, though his gaze lingers on Swivel a little longer than the others as he shifts uncomfortably. He finally sits down though, looking away.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid 's curiousity also brought him here. He stays close to Starlock, listening to the briefing quietly.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Unless its a weapon or a battleplan Roadbuster isn't really the bot to solve a puzzle. Which is a proven as the large mech seems focused on a datapad. The contents being two sets of plans, one a modified stun stave, the other several rifle parts. The only reason the Wrecker is there is to least hear what the speedster found while he was fighting.

**Jazz has posed:**
Arriving last, jazz makes and entrance into the room. His optics are steady and serious.

He drags monitor with him and sets up in the center of the room. It can be seen from all sides.

Taking a setp back he looks at the blank display for a moment then turnig towards Blurr is simply says,

"Let's see what you got Blurr. Load it up," then he nods to Swivel, "Take notes."

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr nods and sticks the slug into the appropriate socket, bringing up the intel for all to see and examine.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel keeps her focus on her screen. But there's that niggling sense of being stared at, and Swivel glances up, just barely catching the tail end of Blurr's lingering glance before he looks down. She keeps her features smooth and without any particular expression. She nods to Jazz, "sir," and finishes up some set up to make recording her notes in an orderly fashion easier.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster stands up straight and salutes as Jazz enters but says nothing as he looks around the room then back to his datapad. He fiddles a bit while listening to the debriefing.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock give Jazz a salute, before moving over to the table to join the others to look at the monitor, nodding over to Roadbuster with a grin.

**Glyph has posed:**
Among the brainy sorts here is Glyph - naturally, since Jazz is his boss, he's present. Unlike Blurr, he smiles warmly at Swivel. "Long time no see," he says cheerfully.

 Then he diverts his attention to the information populating the LED screen Jazz has pulled up. The system brings up a directory of folders, full of files that have an extension that's commonly associated with mechanical blueprints, the kinds typically used for spec'ing weapons. Attempting to open them will prompt them to enter a passcode.

 "Heh, typical," he says. "Hey, Hoist, you know anything about weaponsmithing? I have a feeling about those file extensions..."

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
"I know who probably does." Hoist replies, and gives Roadbuster a nudge with his elbow to get the big mech's attention. "My knowledge is mainly in maintenance and efficiency, not designing persay."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz nods towards Hoist, "Yeah. I think that Roadbuster might be able to help with that," he points to the files.

"Blurr, can you give those passwords a crack. You can probably get through faster than everyone else. Unless, you already know them?"

He turns a glance towards Glyph, "Help him out will ya?"

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Give me a bit more of a finite set to go through. Doesn't matter how fast I am, infinity is still infinity." Blurr remarks, shrugging.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock watches and waits for them to attempt, as she looks at the screen, as she makes an attempt to see the folder names that where there.. mainly scanning the screen for clues on what passwords could be... Buut When Blurr mentions he's not really the computer type she'd move to look it over a bit more closely.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster looks to Hoist as he's nudged then to Jazz as he says, "I can give a crack at telling whatever the specs are about, sir. Do wonder what that crazy mech was hiding in there." His visor focuses on the screen as Blurr works.

**Glyph has posed:**
Glyph chuckles. "Aw come on! Well, I never thought I'd see the cycle when Blurr admits he's not up for a task," he says, "but I guess his ego boosting could use a rest," he teases the blue speedster.

 He nods in response to Jazz's orders, and steps over to the console. "Hmmm..." he says, examining the console before placing a decryption device on it. "Maintenance and efficiency, huh. What kind of work do you do, then, Hoist?"

**Swivel has posed:**
Tik tak tik tak.

Swivel doesn't have anything to add. And other than returning Glyph's warm smile, she's mostly focused on the notes she is taking, looking between the projection and her own screen. Of course, that doesn't mean she's not listening to everything around her. Other than a brief furrowing of her brow when Glyph pokes some fun at Blurr, she otherwise just looks like someone absorbed into the task at hand. She does look up for a moment, studying some of the information while the passcode is being figured out.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr shrugs. "I'm just being realistic. Wouldn't matter who it was, that wouldn't be a very efficient way of cracking this unless we had a more finite set of possibilities."

**Nightlash has posed:**
There's a crash, a slam, something falling...and not soon after Nightlash is staggering her way in, trying to disentangle her foot from some cables she managed to get caught up in...

"I'm here, I'm here...totally not late...uh, hold on..." She mutters, giving a few pointed kicks before the cables are dislodged, sending them, and the ...whatever it was attached to the other end, sliding off to one side as she rushes to take a spot near the group talking about things.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz rubs his head as Nightlash enters and says simply to Nightlash, "Wanna make sure that whatever that is isn't broken."

With that being handled he turns to the display and says, "OK then. Any ideas?" e short glance for toe Starlock and says, "Sargent?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock squints at the screen, just looking it over. ".....I'm not sure, last code I broke was from watching the pattern Vortex was pushing buttons in." she'd click her jaw. "This is..." he'd rub at her helm and looked over at Lash. "Don't hurt yourself!" She'd call before looking back.

      "...I'm trying to find if there was something to show if there's a pattern or something in the folder names or the like." She'd tilt her helm side to side. She nods though at Glyph's device.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster appreciates that Hoist has moved out of his way as he does stoop down to study the display. He doesn't get too close as he let the code crackers do their work. For now looking at the file names to see if any are familiar names.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid moves closer "Just what are we looking at here?" he asks, trying to see what Starlock's looking at.

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
Hoist steps aside so Roadbuster can get a clear view of the displays, even though with the soldier's height it probably isn't necessary unless he wants room to stoop down. He's just being polite. "Exactly that," he replies to Glyph, really use to that sort of question. "Construction and repairs don't mean much if the right steps aren't taken to ensure things keep working as they should, without crippling our limited resources more than nessecary."

**Glyph has posed:**
"We should go for a drink sometime~" he says to Swivel casually, "I've hardly seen you around the base, any reason why you've been so scarce lately?"

 "At ease," he says to Jazz, "just let the decrypter do its job. I know you're fast Blurr, but you aren't five million combinations a nanosecond fast," the linguist jokes.

 "So a civil engineer! Ha, well. If I was half as brave as you, I might have been one too..."

 The device suddenly clicks and beeps and the password autofills. The dialog box disappears, and a giant blue print of what looks like a pylon appears on the screen. "Hey, look at that! Maybe it isn't a weapon after all?" Perhaps, perhaps not - Roadbuster will have to take a closer look to discern whether Glyph's guess is right or wrong.

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel looks up from her notes for a moment as Glyph chats with her. She tilts her head to the side. "A drink some time would be fine, if you're paying." Swivel responds, putting on one of her disarming smiles. "As for me, I'd been on assignment underground for a while. Literally." Although some of her training has been prepping her for underground of a less literal sense. "Ah, looks like your decryptor is done." Swivel says when the schematic is revealed, and she gives it a look over. Alas, she is not an engineer of any sort, so it means little to her. Nonetheless, she takes a good look at it, before inserting some more notes - listening for any information supplied by those with a more technical bent.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash grunts. "It's fine. Just..." she looks over towards... whatever it was. "It's fine. If not, I can fix it." She looks back at the group and pulls out a datapad to cycle through it a moment. "Did... did anyone...care about the weather up there?" She shrugs a bit. "If not... it's fine, I'm good. No ideas on my end."

And, of course, curiosity gets the better of her, and she ventures over to where Roadbuster and Hoist are peering at things to peer at things over their shoulders, because if more than one mech are looking at it, it's got to be interesting, right?

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster tilts his head as he studies the pylon for a moment before looking to the others, "Oh this is interesting, big time." Focusing on Glyph he says, "Gonna need a few more files opened to confirm this. But this looks like just one part of a bigger weapon. Exact type unknown without checking other parts out."

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Even if I were, it wouldn't matter." Blurr quips at Glyph. Then he peers at the schematic. He shakes his head when Glyph suggests that it might not be a weapon. "Or it could be something even worse."

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
Hoist stares. "A -bigger- weapon? Whyever would he need such a thing?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock tilts her helm sideways as she looks at it, raising a ridge. "I'm not sure..yet?" She'd keep squinting, pushing her glasses up as she stared at it. "..Why a weapon /that/ big?" She'd add.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz nods to Roadbuster, "A bigger one huh?"

He turns back towards the image and says, "Well then, we have to open up some of the other files then."

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
"Wait, hold on... Excuse me big fella." Hoist scoots back in next to Roadbuster to get a closer look. Weaponry wasn't his thing, but after a bit of squinting and mental squibbling the engineer has maybe hit on something. "This looks more like some manner of energy -channeling- rather than projecting like a typical weapon does. Like..." He rubs his chin. "... That's actually clever, to have the power supply not in the vicinity of the device."

**Glyph has posed:**
Glyph laughs. "I'm paying, huh? You're not so subtle at flirting, princess," Glyph teases Swivel good-naturedly. "Eh, no matter. I planned on paying anyway." He winks at the Nyonian femme.

 "Hey," he says to Blurr, "take it easy. No need to assume the worst. Yet, anyway," he says with a sigh. He nods at Jazz, then turns to Roadbuster. "A type of gestalt, then, huh. Interesting." He right clicks and mass opens the rest of the files.

 Most of the blueprints are all just different versions of the pylon. Hoist and Roadbuster will probably notice that some of the designs are rather inferior looking - the shapeshifter must have been operating by trial and error. However, one of the blueprints is a design for an energy diversion router, the kinds used to distribute power within power grids. "Damn. You were right, Hoist..."

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel just smiles and shrugs off the teasing as she enters in a few notes, capable of multi-tasking. "Oh, was that flirting? I'll have to make a note of that."

Swivel looks up, tilting her head as she listens to the mechs speak. "To clarify," she says, her fingers halting their typing, but hovering with anticipation to resume again, "you are saying that... that this is some sort of wireless energy transmitter? Just to explain to us laymechs. And this could power a weapon, or some other device?"

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Or it could be an energy -discharge- of some kind." Blurr remarks, folding his arms. "Like an EMP or something. Any formulas pointing to radiation frequencies or anything?"

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
"Essentially, Swivel, yes." Now its straying back into some of Hoist's engineering turf. "I will spare going into more technical jargon. It basically means the device and the power supply would not need to be in the same location." He pauses and frowns behind his mouthguard at Blurr's comment. ".. And if it was that kind of weapon, it would not debilitate it's own source of power."

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster steps back to give Hoist enough room as he looks at each blueprint, "From the looks of it unless theres a part missing in these Hoist has the right idea. A separate power supply could transmit to one larger device or many. A energy cannon being one possibility." Looking at the files again he says, "Second that if this transmitter has limited range. Whoever this mech is was doing a lot of trial and error. So unless they other files elsewhere we only have part of this thing."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash scratches her head as she listens to everyone talk about this and that and sources and weapons...and scratches her head some more...

And finally just goes to swat lightly at the conversation. "Shut up a moment... I'm thinking."

Of course, whether or not they shut up is irrelevant, she's already made it quiet by sheer power of thought.

Or by just shutting off her audials.

She continues to look at it all...and then...just...sort of mutters a bit. "It's...a... it's... it's not..." She goes quiet, looking a bit flustered before finally slapping her hand down. "BALL LIGHTNING!" She points accusingly. "HAHA! I've...seen...stuff like that before. Just...without all the sciency mechanical stuffs."

She nods, proud of herself, and just mutters. "Like...when you...sort of run lightning discharge through a field and...and..." She huffs. "Lost it."

She then blinks. "NOPE GOT IT AGAIN, simulated. Simulated..... ... lost it again."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz nods to each of the bots as they chime in on what this thing is.

"OK, well we seem to all have the same idea here. Next question is, can we find it?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock just raises a ridge and frowns. "Oookay, that's unsettling.." She'd comment looking at it, she wanted to ask, why? but that was dumb, no one here knew why! She'd rub at her neck as she mulled over it all in her helm.

      "...If it's been through trial and error.. doesn't that mean there like.. prototypes sitting around somewhere?" She'd ask with a tilt of her helm. "Or just all blueprints he scribbled through?" Starlock then stares at Nightlash, squinting. "Ball lighting.. you mean that rare storm phenomenon, right?"

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash honestly can't hear whatever it is Starlock said because audials were shut off, and she takes a moment to pull out her datapad and call her drone in. "YOU! ...come here." She sends a few things through the datapad to the drone proper and then...smirks a bit as the holodisplay shows a rather crude device.

Just a series of cells in close proximity to one another coupled with what seems to be a grand deal of electricity. "See... simulated. Umm...hold on, got it here. Weather...weather...lightning...storms...yessss."

She coughs. "Natural manifestation of it's...when, uh...lightning forms a doublepulse and has a fast risetime vers the slow rate of decay. The pulse can cause damage...but not, like...real damage, like...frying and sizzling things... We used to play with small batteries to make stuff like this once...um... there's EMP, electro magnetic pulse, just...broad...widespread...like a bomb...um... HERF... High energy radio frequency...directed, same thing though, um... ugh...right." She sags her shoulders tired a bit, then looks back at the group before turning her audials back on again. "Did I do it right?"

**Glyph has posed:**
Glyph shakes his helm, peering at Nightlash. She's a bit hard to follow. "So you mean, like what Blurr was saying earlier about an energy discharge, but not electricity? If not electricity, then what..." He looks pensive, then turns to Starlock. "I mean, that's a bit of an assumption," he says, "we haven't even concretely concluded that's even a weapon. It could just be an alternative way of distributing a renewable energy source? Anyway, Jazz is right. It warrants more investigation, and we should try to figure out if we can find the hub of.. whatever those pylons were designed for." He turns to Blurr. "Okay, so he keeps going after you. And.. you don't know him? You can't recall anyone that might have had motive to kill you, possibly?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Alphabetically or numerically?" Starlock would call to Glyph in a bit of an amused tone. Before looking at last, trying to follow all of that, and is the first to say. "I.. think?"

**Blurr has posed:**
    "I didn't see anything that looked like a prototype in there, I doubt he'd tried to put any of it into practice just yet." Blurr says. He shrugs at Glyph's question. "Of course I do, I'm pretty sure every Decepticon who has ever met me would like to kill me, plus a few others." he says, smirking a little. "Plus, probably plenty of people who were jealous of me before the war who could've gone psycho."

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel looks up for a moment when Glyph begins asking Blurr about this odd shapeshifter. "...When he impersonated Hot Rod, I noticed him asking very probative questions about the Institute before I left the room. Perhaps he was created in a similar sort of facility, or a rogue branch." Hey, since the Institute opened their doors as a place to treat the mentally unstable, she doesn't feel as cautious about calling it out by name.

Swivel tries, and fails, to try and make some sensible notes of what Nightlash was saying, then ends up deleting the gibberish she transcribed.

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
"In a time like this, one mechs energy source can be another mechs weapon if built right. I mean think of some of the cons who were originally just workers who used their tools to fight before they got real gear. But best leave it to the experts in finding that out.", Roadbuster says to Glyph after Nightlash gives her weather lesson, "As proven by all she just said."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash listens to Glyph and shrugs. "I mean...maybe? I've seen coils look like that and send electricity all over the place. It's kinda cool...especially when you find a way to make it move where you want it to and act like some kind of lightning-controlling master mech or something." She chuckles, striking a pose. Then...looks back at the schematics. "But...something's missing. I don't know what, but it's missing... or not right. Not like the ones we used to do."

**Hoist (130) has posed:**
Hoist mmhmms. "Roadbuster has the right of it. Just because it's designed as a tool or support device doesn't mean it can't be turned into a weapon." He shakes his head a bit and steps back from the gathering. "Give me a heads up if any more information on what it actually is comes on, but I should get back to my maintenance duties."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz frowns slightly. Then he turns towards Nightlash and says, "Write it all down Nightlash," calmly

"Did Pharma ever create...well..build anything? I sure Pharma may hold a grudge"

Then back to the group, "Can we get any idea of the location from this?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock cringes at Jazz's question, thinking back. "..I mean there was that.. suit case he had but then the bomb went off and." She'd murmur and shudders at the thought... She'd then shrug. "...Actually what /was/ that all about? I've never seen anyone.. physically change appearance like that." She also couldn't help remember being hit on, STILL super confused if that was actually Hot Rod.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash looks at Jazz...then just nods slightly at the suggestion. Order? No...suggestion. Clearly a suggestion.

She retreats off to one side of the gathering with her drone and works on the holo-image it was displaying, carefully manipulating this, that, and every other which thing...

"Yeah...yeah, I can do that..." She mutters, shaking her head a few times to just clear the jumble of thoughts running through it to get some sense of order and clarity back before carrying on with her work. "It's not a medical thing!" She calls over towards Jazz and Starlock.

**Glyph has posed:**
Glyph grins, looking amused but also mildly exasperated. "Alright, but think about this more pragmatically. Of course, there's lots of Decepticons that would want to kill you, but almost all Cons want to kill Bots. That's a pretty superficial and non-unique motive. And jealousy, unless someone died, isn't usually enough to make someone want to commit murder." He glances over at Swivel, "and she brings up a valid point. "Before you were famous, Blurr. Did you know anyone closely, who might have felt you betrayed them? I've studied enough criminal cases to know that at least 60% of them had some kind of vendetta against the person they committed a crime against."

"He must be an outlier," he says in response to Starlock.

To Jazz, he says, "Not that I know of. And this doesn't seem like something of his caliber. He's medical. This is.. I don't know. Something else."

**Swivel has posed:**
"Well... I'm not an engineer or scientist..." Swivel says, raising her hand as though she were back in a classroom, "...but to test transmitting power, you'd need power to transmit, right? It would have to be a location either off our grid entirely, or that has some sort of front company expected to use a large amount of power without raising flags. But it would still break a pattern. Perhaps to eliminate a territory within our borders, we ought to cross reference power-consumption of different areas and look for spikes or changes. After all, this mech has everything he needs to infiltrate and blend in. Why not operate under our very olfactory modules? And if that comes up empty, we can also focus on unusual power readings in areas off the grid and beyond our borders. The only problem would be if this prototype, assuming there is one, was being tested within Decepticon territory." Swivel clears her vents and looks to Jazz. "Unless you think that'd be a waste of time."

Swivel glances over to Glyph and Blurr, tilting her head at Glyph, showing a mix of mild surprise and curiousity. But whatever the cause, she does not venture a question and looks back down at her notes.

**Blurr has posed:**
    The speedster considers Glyph's question. "How do we know it was betrayal, a vendetta could come out of other things, like jealousy. Because I definitely had rivals who hated my struts because I was better than them." he says with a self-important grin. "But an outlier, huh..." he pauses. "Come to think of it, there was this one guy I used to hang around. But he was a bad influence, so I had to stop being around him."

    Blurr shakes his head at the mention of Pharma. "Pharma's thousands of lightyears away on Messatine, doubt he's involved, here. Besides, not sure what his motive would be with this."

    He sighs, not really liking that topic and trying to move on. "Anyway, is someone going to get a summary of analysis thing up or what because I'm sure as slag not doing it." he glances at Swivel with her notes for a moment, then at Jazz. "Maybe we need to get Perceptor or Jetfire on this. Or Primus forbid, Brainstorm." he scoffs slightly. "Not much else I can say about it." He suddenly seems a lot more uncomfortable, like just now when he'd been staring at Swivel.

    "I should go." And he zips away abruptly.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash blinks as she hears Swivel and there's a lightbulb moment... Like, a truly sincere lightbulb moment. She blinks once...twice... and then goes back to her work. Soon enough, what's produced is ...well, three things. One looks like a pillar with coils tightly woven around the spire and a large lenticular cap. Another, a dish atop what looks to be a complex series of coiled pillars and interconnected with wires... and the third, what almost looks like a comical toy gun with a large cone on one end.

"Soooo, HERF, this thing," she points at the gun, "is...small, handheld, can be big, but obvious." She dismisses it. "EMP, the dishbowlthing... charges up electricity, tricks the pulse into...doing the...EMP thing. Yanno, pop-zap-fizzle."

She then points at the third. "And the double-resonant circuit tower, collects and distributes electricity, usually harmless unless you have a stupidly strong power source and amplification stuffs... oooooor, and stay with me here a moment," she projects the storm over her hologram, "a localized storm to...collect energy from..."

She beams a smile, pats her drone, and looks over to offer an aside, "good job."

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster steps back as the intel bots do their job. He does glance at the blueprints again but unless he recalls seeing a structure like that hidden somewhere he has no idea. The large mech watches Blurr dash off saying, "The way he reacted almost thought he was also gonna suggest Wheeljack."

 He tilts his head as Nightlash goes on about with a simple version of tech talk but says nothing. Instead he goes back to his datapad to tinker with the weapon specs he was already working on.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz raises an optic ridge and Swivel and rubs his chin.
"That's a good idea Swivel. You do that."

After Nightlash finishes he nods, "OK. We have a good idea of what it is," he pauses. "Any other details would be helpful so that -when- we find it we don't trip over a activation mechanism."

As Blurr dashes away he says out loud not to anyone in particular.

"I'll bring it up with Jetfire and Perceptor. Sure."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock blinks at Blurr, and looks to Swivel, raising one of her ridges high in questioning, before looking back to Nightlash. She smiles seeing her interact with the Drone. "...I get it, but I could not repeat a word of it back to you." She'd say with a chuckle, gesturing her hands at Nightlash, and a thought crosses her helm.

      "...Wait.. why would it be in decepticon territory?"

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel looks to Nightlash, then to Starlock who had also mentioned the storm, then back to Nightlash. "...I've not been to Varas Extrinsecus, but I am assuming that's the storm you are referring to? Because I can't think of any localized storms on Cybertron." This causes Swivel to frown. "So either the prototype is there, or... this device is meant to have a strong enough signal to transmit across light-years. Or it is meant to eventually be brought there. Or... it's just a coincidence. But right now, one can't afford to brush off things as coincidences until we gather more intel." Swivel begins hammering away at her keypad to add some other thoughts aside from the notes she was taking.

Swivel looks up a moment when Jazz tells her to get on checking on power-consumption data. "On it, sir." Swivel says, adding a salute before she resumes typing. "I'll contact the Board of Energy for the Greater Iacon Region and data analysts and get this in the works."

Swivel then pauses when Starlock asks about Decepticon territory. "Why wouldn't it be? A shapeshifter could operate anywhere. I never said under Decepticon control, just that the lab or wherever the device is being developed might be in Decepticon territory - even if it wasn't their territory to begin with. There's a real power struggle and various locations are constantly being conquered and re-conquered - and that makes monitoring power levels through official channels a challenge. Besides, I don't want to throw any possibility out until there's more information."

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash vents softly and thinks a bit. "I'll...get my data on the storm and see if maybe there's anything I missed in there, or found in there, that might...you know, help this sorta thing along or something... I dunno about a weapon. It...could be. Might not be. It could do a lot of things." She shrugs.

**Glyph has posed:**
Glyph nods at Nightlash, then frowns when Blurr runs off. "Wait --! " he shakes his helm with a sigh. "The way he just jetted makes me think Blurr is actually the key to figuring who this outlier is, and what it is he's building. But we have to make him talk about it first."

 He turns to Swivel. "Light years? That's.. far. I don't know about that. I would assume something that needs to transmit light years would be bigger, and he wouldn't be trying to operate from here. It could very well be on Cybertron.. just somewhere difficult to get to. Like the Grav-Haraan Glacier. But I'm not suggesting that all the answers lie there. I'm just saying it's indicative of where he, and other clues, might be found next."

 "I'll keep you posted," he says to Jazz, "if anything comes up." Then he turns back to Nightlash. "This is the most helpful you've been all cycle," he says with a chuckle. He hands her a sticker of an exploding bomb as a reward. "So... about a drink," he says to Swivel with a smirk. "When's that happening?"

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash shrugs a bit at Glyph. "Eh...I have my moments." She grins. "They come and go like the wind..."

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz nods to Glyph, "Well then, we will get him into a room together, maybe this area was too public."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Easier said than done, pretty sure he doesn't even remember anymore considering the instatune and Pharma rearranged his fragging memories." She'd snear, there actually a bit of venom in her voice as she remembers it all.. Yeah she's not going to remain silent on that anymore.

      "...That's a fair point Swivel, was mostly thinking on if he would have issues with Cons, since they are very us or them." She'd muse.

**Nightlash has posed:**
Nightlash is...promptly lost in her own thoughts again, and takes a sticker! A happy sticker, yay! She promptly puts it on her drone and glances around. "Right...I'm gonna go...mess around with stuff, maybe see if I can build something outta these schematics or something. That sounds...fun."

**Swivel has posed:**
Swivel's composure is not entirely unruffled when Starlock brings up Pharma reworking Blurr's memories. Her shoulders tense, and her fingers pause mid-typing. She flexes her fingers for a moment or two, then begins typing again, tucking down her chin and focusing even harder on her screen. Even as she does so, says calmly, about sounding just a little forced, "I think there was mention of him also being hostile towards Decepticons, but I don't have those reports up right now to check. If the shapeshifter is working with them, though, that would be a bigger problem for us. Truth is, this thing just being made is a big problem no matter who has it." Swivel clears her vents and begins typing a bit louder than before.

Glyph's remarks seem to draw Swivel out somewhat, and she glances up. Swivel shrugs lightly when Glyph indicates transmitting accross space was unlikely. "Again, I'm not here as a scientist." Swivel says, tapping the portable console she'd been typing her notes on. "Mostly just here to do the more mundane, systematic legwork," Swivel says with a modest smile. She pauses, taking her time to consider, letting out a slow 'hmmmm' at Glyph's question. "Well, I guess it will have to happen the next time I'm not busy. And Jazz just gave me work to do, so it may be a while. I'll let you know when my schedule clears up."

**Roadbuster (140) has posed:**
Roadbuster looks up to Jazz and Glyph, "Don't know the mech but seems crazy or something. When he got shot alongside the cons he yelled something about hindering our cause. Like he's helping us or something though he shot at speedy at the earlier encounter as I'm aware."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock quirks a ridge at Roadblaster. "...Oh yeah, you mentioned that over the communlink didn't you? and I'd said it was /definitely/ missing some context.." She'd knit her ridges.

**Jazz has posed:**
Jazz nods once firmly, "OK. Everyone has something to work on. When we get something let me know. Meanwhile, I will try to put some work in on getting Blurr to talk."

**Glyph has posed:**
"I doubt that was the case," he says to Jazz, "something tells me getting Blurr to talk in depth about his past will be like trying to move a block of zolanium." He nods at Roadbuster. "Who knows. We'll just have to see how the conversation with Blurr goes. He said something about an outlier, and I feel like it's the same guy."

 "I guess we'll find out sooner rather than later what is alignment is, if he disappears off of Autobot or neutral territory for long enough."

 This whole time Glyph had been standing next to the chair Swivel is sitting in, and he notices when she tenses up at mention of Pharma and he instinctively starts to massage her shoulders a little. It doesn't seem intentional, rather, reactive. He laughs when she says she's busy. "You don't ask someone out and then play hard to get," he teases, "but you're a Nyonian, I guess I'm a fool for trying to tell you how to live your life. Let me know when you're not busy, yeah?" He then pats her shoulder and heads for exit of the room.

**Swivel has posed:**
At first, Swivel doesn't seem to overly respond to Glyph's gentle touch, typing away. She relaxes for just a moment, easing into the shoulder rub. But it doesn't last before the more guarded part of her mind realizes this isn't exactly appropriate for the time, place, or parties involved. She straightens up, rolling her shoulders back and lightly spinning her wheels as a non-verbal yet non-aggressive cue for Glyph to stop. She shifts her posture a little and continues to type.

To her relief, something Roadbuster says catches her attention. It seems as though she were to ask about it, but another thought swoops in to her mind, one that she has to type down before she forgets.

And then Glyph is teasing her again. "Anyone is welcome to tell me how to live my life. It just might not have the desired effect." Swivel pauses in her typing, looking up. "I will." Swivel smiles and watches him leave, then finally can order her thoughts in peace. Maybe.