*There is an miasma of expectation clinging to the walls of the Kalis watchtower. Faint, distant shouts and peals of laserfire echo dimly from a far underground network - one convoy under attack; one thus far umolested; and one other - one other creeping silent and indetectable through the city's roots, invisible to spies and prying optics, and the ( Read more... )

*Dreadmoon is crouched motionless on one of Kalis' spires, hidden in the thick shadows cast by dim, flickering lights scattered far below. He's got a lot to think about and some serious executive decisions to make, not only in relation to himself but for Kalis, his Sector, his involvement in Cybertronian politics and, the last but certainly not ( Read more... )

Dreadmoon looks out over his city, standing on the vantage point outside the control room. The techs had been contacted and signed on, the materials were being aquired as he stands there - it felt strange to think that finally, finally, he would be able to reach out through his territory fully, never mind the distant possibility of restoring all of ( Read more... )

Kalis. War-ravaged, despoiled, broken in harsh lighting and terrifying in shadows. Kalis, city of lights in dark places and shards of brilliant sparkling glass and dry fountains.

Kalis, the Monitor's city.*Dreadmoon stands on the Kaliswall, having sent out a message some moment earlier. He didn't expect his visitor to appear immediately, but knew ( Read more... )

Well. This is very interesting.

I'm not particularly surprised at his manipulation of Dreadboots, and the 'intimate relationship' aspect has been used before...

But.

It was delicately done, and I can think of few others - at least, ones that currently co-habit this Nexus - that would either dare to do so or not push it too far and catch ( Read more... )

Around the tower, all is quiet. The faint hum of circuitry filters through the still air, and it is as peaceful as a half-dead city-state could be.

(('Bode, 'bode, 'bode...))

Dreadmoon stands in the control room of the tower, half-cocooned in cables and wires, concentrating intently on the information flooding his circuits. Looking for Demolisher, and keeping an optic on the party making their way back to the tower proper.

The watchtower is as silent as it ever gets, monitors and terminals humming softly in the background. The ravaged packaging of something very like an Earthen chocolate box - or two - is barely visible in the refuse receptical. The lighting is turned up as brightly as it will go, and Dreadmoon is standing in front of a wall of screens - looking ( Read more... )

I am Dreadmoon, Monitor of Kalis and subcommander of the Decepticon army. My function is to observe, and as this journal craze leads individuals to reveal things that should remain hidden...it should be studied. It may yet be useful to us - a cursory examination certainly proved to be enlightening. Some may say too much so. *faint smile*