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| - Set into the basement levels of a building under renovation, the Boiler Room Bar is the perfect place to go when you want to be able to speak freely without being watched. The spacious area centers around a massive ventilation and temperature control system in a deep pit, that hooks into the rest of the building as well as controlling its internal transformations - widening doors, opening windows and expanding walkpaths. Its still receiving power, lights beneath its dull bronze surface blowing brilliant red from internal heat. The pit area has been set up as a dance floor with tables and chairs near the wall. Ladders and lifts from the floor lead up to an upper balcony around the pit (also with tables and chairs) as well as access platforms higher up. In front of the "boiler" a bar and performance stage has been set up. The bar is horseshoe-shaped with stools for all sizes; the edges of the bartop glow neon purple while the surface is black. The performance stage has light-up panels on the floor and the perfect space for a DJ to work their musical magic. The whole room is mostly flat, dull gray panels, but it's been decorated with black, purple and magenta graffiti artwork. [Ignition] is sitting atop the bar, one leg up, one leg hanging down. She's mixing a drink while wearing a broadcasting helmet - her part of the signal. The transmitter is hidden out of sight. She laughs a little to herself, thumbing through music tracks on a datapad, queuing up a few more for the night. She's ready to party. Flaxjax has apparently decided to scope this place out. Nothing happens relating the Rebellion without him knowing - not that he'd need to be paying much attention at all. The bar's owner, whoever she is, has made her presence known. So he stands in the pit, arms akimbo, slowly scanning the area. He's not alone of course, he's got his little posse of rabblerousing mechs and femmes that quickly make for the bar. Blast Off arrives on scene as well, coming in quietly from the most inconspicuous route he could find. It appears he made it through without a hitch, and now stands, taking this all in. Of course, it's not quite his taste in music or "atmosphere".... but he won't complain. Not yet. For now, he's here just to scope things out- see what's what. naturally, he wears his customary scarf around his neck... the high-quality-material (of course) one that obscures his Decepticon badge. Though mechs like Flaxjax will probably recognize him anyway. The bar owner waves the rabble in. "Ayyy!" she grins. "C'mon in, the room is hot and the engex is triple filtered." She sits up a little straighter on the bar top, pulling out some bottles of black label stash, juggling one deftly as she pours a second into a glass. She flips bottles, switching from hand to hand as she bounces them back and forth, setting up a round of glowing drinks. Flaxjax smirks lightly - yes, he recognizes Blast Off, and lingers while the rest of his posse gathers around Ignition. They're pretty jazzed about meeting this mysterious broadcaster, and readily partake in the drinks. "You going to slum it with us tonight then?" Flaxjax asks, eying the scarf. "That looks like Yuss fabric. Those neutrals think they got it bad. Tch." Pause. "So you're Ignition," he speaks up, folding his arms. "You're pretty brazen." [Ignition] smiles coolly. "Yup. Somebody's gotta stick their necks out. Might as well be me." As Blast Off enters, she hops down, right hand on her hip, one bottle in the other hand. "Nice t' see some purple up in this joint. I could do with a change of color." Blast Off blinks and looks to Flaxjax. Already noticed, eh? No matter. He steps towards the rebel he met the night before. "Indeed. Buzzsaw and I both meant what we said, and the Decepticons want to help you free yourselves from the Autobot's iron fist." Then he looks over at Ignition, "I imagine so, and purple makes things more... classy anyway." He then gives her a courteous nod. "So, you're Ignition. You seem to be making quite a stir." He tilts his head. "If you don't mind me asking.... Why?" "See that you don't lose your head then. I imagine you've covered your tracks well." Flaxjax tries not to appear impressed, and gives his posse a look and a head tilt. "Don't forget our business here," he tells them, and they disperse at once, moving to apparently recruit the other curious rebels of the bar. At Blast Off's question, Flaxjax turns to await Ignition's answer. [Ignition] pauses in her broadcast, visibly wincing at Blaster's lame tunes. "Ugh. Seriously, it's like they're tryin' t' torture me off the air." She knocks back the bottle of engex and downs a quart of it in one go, thumping it down on the bartop, before walking over to Flaxjax and Blast Off. "You wanna know why I'm doin' this? 'Cause I can't stand truck-suckin' hypocrits. All you gotta do is walk around for ten kliks and someone's got a spy cam up your vents. I heard they're black-baggin' anyone that doesn't toe the red line. I heard the cops are beatin' the slag outta anyone that has purple paint. Doesn't matter if they rolled off the assembly line with it - out come the plasma tonfas!" She seems fired up about this, a sneer crossing her lips as she speaks. She touches the side of her headpiece. Blast Off nods. "Indeed. The Autobots love to speak of freedom and equality, and yet right here, in your own town, they rule the citizens with heavy, ham-fisted tactics, police you from on high with airships, and stifle the citizens right to choose their own political voice. This hypocrisy is exactly what drew me to this town... and how could it not? This is where Decepticons CAME from... this is our "birthplace", I suppose, and yet we are not welcomed here by the powers that be. So we must sneak in, lest we face being run out... or outright attacked. So... yes, let me assure you the Decepticons feel your plight. And what you describe does not surprise me, unfortunately. In fact, I would be interested in hearing more." Flaxjax watches Ignition's hand touch the side of her helm, optics narrowing slightly. Could just be her broadcasting, but he's a very suspicious mech. It's a safe enough explanation. "I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised by how charitable these visiting Decepticons are being, but I'm definitely pleased. I'm planning something. If you'd like to help out with this movement even more, I'd be much obliged. It will involve /action/, not just words. I have some ties with the TPD. The Autobots think they're so pristine, tch. They've got dirt in their ranks and they don't even know it." Ignition> Ignition says, "Remember Tarn, you're free to do what they tell you. Or listen to this audial torture. Voice of the Undergrid, settin' the record straight!" [Ignition] takes off the set of headphones and twirls them on one finger. "Another stunning broadcast by yours truly. Hahahaha!" She's grinning ear to ear. "You sure you want me involved? I mean, I'm just a shock jock and bar fly. Ain't a good thing t' be handin' your trust out -that- fast, y'know?" she asks Flaxjax. "Still, yeah, doesn't surprise me. This whole Red Regime is corroded." Blast Off looks to Flaxjax. "It is very satisfying hearing Nuetrals coming to realize that about the Autofools. It's something that has always ...irked me about these self-righteous buffoons. And I would say to you... it requires BOTH action AND words. The power of both force-when applied correctly- /and/ of intellect. Persuasion comes in many forms..." He voice quiets down slightly, "...but persuasion of the MIND has the most... staying power." Then the Combaticon looks to Ignition. "You are helping already... simply by doing what you are doing. Inspire the civilians here, be a VOICE for those who assume they are voiceless, make them believe they can fight back against this /regime/. For that is indeed what it is, and it deserves to be exposed as such." Flaxjax's grin returns, and he offers a small applause. "Eh, you've made it clear who's side you're on over the frequencies. Really whipped 'em up. That's what we need. But this plan of mine needs some polishing anyway. Red Regime. I like that." Blast Off gets a slow nod. "Well, I'll leave persuasion of the mind to the others that are willing to do the work. We're finally getting some extra help it looks." Turnaphrase, a femme of Flaxjax's posse that Blast Off should recognize, returns to the small circle looking very uneasy. "Flaxjax," she whispers, smiling wearily at Decepticon before turning her gaze to the ground. "I don't think this is the route we should be t-taking... I thought we were just going to stop the random searches and surveillance, y-you know? Through more peaceful protests..." Flaxjax's easy smile is quickly wiped from his visage and replaced with a snarl. "YOU signed up for this, you SAID you were going to HELP. You wanna' be oppressed for the rest of your miserable life?" "N-no, I-" "Then shut up and stick to your articles. I want one out tonight, outlining those broadcasts." Flaxjax feints an advance on her, and it's enough to get the skittish femme to dart off. "You'll see me again, Ignition. Just keep doing what you're doing," he says." [Ignition] watches all this and hehs softly. "Mmm," she purrs at Flaxjax. "Like a mech that can handle himself. ... Dig the paint too. You are -definitely- welcome in here any time, sweetspark." She gives him a wink, turning back to her bartop. Flaxjax ===========================[ TACS Object: Flaxjax ]=========================== Flaxjax looks to be an average car mech, his build sporting the flattened hood chest. Notably, he's a bright cyan with black accents and a hint of gold here and there, and his helm is styled with bits of "swept back" armor. He's typically glaring with red optics, one a slightly lighter shade as a scar travels over it, down his face and onto his collar. Looks like hadn't bothered to get it repaired. =========================[ TACS Weapon Object ]========================= Blast Off raises an optic ridge at Flaxjax's more... thuggish treatment of the other rebel. "Now, now, let us remain calm. I imagine someone like... Turnaphrase, was it?... can bring certain... /sophisticated/ talents of communication, provided she's given space to do it in. As for more... /violent/ action, which it appears /you/ are itching and ready for..." His optic ridge raises even more as he appraises the hothead, "...well, that time will come too. Mind that you aren't so eager for it you lose your senses... or your head." The optic ridge remains raised at Ignition, and he refrains from a shake of his head. Flaxjax grunts. "Turnaphrase thinks this is something that can be /solved/ by Lightsinger signing some holofiles. Like we can all rest easy under the Autobot Rule afterwards. This is Megatron's city! And we're to continue letting Autobots govern us, as if we wouldn't know how to do it any better! ...I need to "speak" with Turnaphrase later." He eyes Blast Off, squinting. "Well maybe you can give her your ideas." Ignition gets a return wink, and he's off, his posse hurriedly following him out.
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