1040/The Truth is Revealed

**Blast Off has posed:**
Ever since Blast Off was able to leave the repair bay after his rescue from Garrus-1 along with Vortex, the shuttleformer's been a hermit. Well not quite a hermit, but spending most of his time at his wine shop. He's been sitting up in his loft on the second story about the shop, drinking wine and gazing out the window but not eager to go outside. Where it's dangerous. No, he'll just stay right here, in comfort and abundance.

However, upon receiving a radio message from Onslaught that he'd be arriving shortly with some others for a debriefing, the shuttleformer has been tidying a bit and making sure the door is unlocked. Otherwise, it's just him- and his wine.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex has oddly enough been keeping to himself as well. He's still without his rotors and has been either in the training room or in his 'office' playing with any sharp object he cn get his hands on. Some people would say thats a day ending in Y for Vortex. But its worse then normal. "Oh, hey guys. You mind if I get the hardest drink you have? I need to get rid of this sober thing." he seema bit distant.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught has been dividing his time since the rescue of Blast Off and Vortex between his standard work and psyching himself up for this debriefing. It shouldn't be any different from any other debriefing but the fact that Vortex and Blast Off ended back up in Garrus-1 has Onslaught uncharacteristically spooked. He arrives at the wine shop along with Vortex. "Something moderately hard, Blast Off," he says. "I want Vortex coherent for this. I want all of us coherent."

**Brawl has posed:**
A familiar stomping can be heard outside as Brawl makes his way towards the door to the wine shop. Lately he's been trying to not to mope about the Power Base closure. Taking his aggressions out on the usual target dummies in the training room or as in th ecase last night one of the dartboards at the Jump Joint. No doubt the usual bill for damages will be coming soon. Tilting his head the tankmech says, "Now what was it again, push or pull?"

**Blast Off has posed:**
"Certainly," Blast Off responds to Vortex when he arrives and goes to find one of the harder engexes. He does it without his customary huff, too, just seemingly glad to see the rotary. "Are you... going to get new rotors soon, you think?" He asks, then pauses as Onslaught speaks. "Ah. Right, Sir." He's slipped back into saying \*Sir\* more often than 'Onslaught' again.

The shuttleformer comes back with some hard- but not Nightmare Fuel level- engex and pours Tex a glass, offering it or a selection of wine to Onslaught. When he spies the familiar green tank in the doorway, Blast Off leans forward and yells, "Pull!" Hopefully Brawl will get it right. If he does, he's also offered a drink.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex sighs. "Fiiine." he says as he sits down "Not the hardest then. I havent heard anything about the new rotors." he takes out a small knife from subspace and starts to spin it in his fingers. "I hope its soon. I really. Really want to fly soon. Feel the wind in my blades. Chase and make windstorms..." He says, sounding veyr pent up. Hes doing much better then he was a few days ago and almost up to speed again.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught debates for a moment. "I'll have what Vortex is having," he says. 'I could use something fortifying. Hopefully, Vortex, Goth will have the new rotors made soon. I know he's been working on the design."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl looks again the door as the shuttleformer yells out, "Right, was about to do dat." He actually opens the door properly before making his way in, "Hey Blasty, Tex, the medicons finally let ya out huh. While dat beastmech said he was workin' on the design when I bumped into him at the Jump Joint." (Luckily for Goth it wasn't literal.) He nods towards Onslaught saying, "Hey Boss."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods to Brawl, his body language reading pleased to see the tanker. "Good to see you, Brawl," he says. "Come, join us. As I said, we're going to discuss Vortex and Blast Off's unfortunate incarceration."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off listens to Vortex and seems to wince just slightly. He nods, his face pinched underneath the faceplate. "I'm..." He appears ready to say something, then just blinks and glances away, pouring Onslaught's drink. "...Yes. If there's anything I can do to help, let me know."

He glances out towards the door again. "Uh huh." Suuuure Brawl was. He doesn't say anything further as the tank enters, but he does seem to relax just slightly. There's one time he doesn't have to repair the door, yay. However, a tension remains in the shuttle's frame as he finishes pouring drinks. "Yes, we're ...free now." Blast Off gazes down at his own drink, some Orion Three Orchards brand, but doesn't take a sip.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl finds a seat barely jostling anything before looking at the shuttleformer saying, "So what ya got for me this time, Blast?" He waits for his drinks as Ons is the one incharge of the show as usual.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex sighs. "It was..." He tenses. "An accident. We're free now we can just..." He hides his face, his mask back on- that an dhis visor were the ifirst things he replaced so he can hide his expressions in time like that. "It was more then yesterday ok? Can we move on?"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught settles back in his chair, trying to get comfortable. "Blast Off, since you were the ranking member of the team on the mission, perhaps you can begin by telling us what happened? Vortex, we need to discuss this. This is how we learn and improve our skills for the future."

**Blast Off has posed:**
For a moment, Blast Off slips back into his more usual pompous, 'sophisticated' self, turning to Brawl and showing him the bottle, presented like a fine piece of art to be admired. "Red Rust Engex with some high quality Silica infused for a truly remarkable taste." He shows the tank the front and back of the bottle, thens sets it on the counter. After Tex speaks, Blast Off withdraws his hands again, wrapping them around his glass. He lifts it up, but again can't quite seem to drink before Onslaught addresses him. Probably a good thing, he looks like he'd about do a spittake right now.

"Oh. Right." He hands flip down in front of his torso, then back onto the counter, then again on the glass. "Right. I..." He looks back to Vortex. Then Onslaught. Then Brawl. Then he sits on a stool behind the counter and clitches his hands on each side of his helmet, staring down at his lap. "It's.... it's all my fault, is what it is."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl tilts his head as he looks to the bottle as its presented to him, obviously not understaning a bit of what the shuttleform is saying besides that its a good engex. He holds back on just grabbint the bottle and takes a short pull of the glass he was offered. Looking to take he says, "Ya ok Tex, yer not your usual self and not just cause somethins' gone."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught grunts. 'That's not for you to decide, Blast Off," he says. "It's for me to assess once you've provided me with an adequate amount of information. Recriminations are not useful." He nods at Brawl. "I concur," he says. "Neither of you has been acting your usual self since your return. This concerns me."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex takes his free hand and points it the side of his own head. "I'm always gone, Brawl. Its me. Vortex. Mr. Stabbycrazy. Come on now." he says. "Report from my end is. Blast Off Got into it with Sky Lynx, I moved between them, we both got ripped up and woke up in Garrus. We sat there a bit and were rescued- thanks by the way. Not sure what else to say." he shrugs, that hand with the blade in it spinning the blade a bit more.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off drops his hands to his lap and stares at Onslaught, optics wide and pale. The shuttleformer's black fingers intwine amongst themselves and start writhing as he wrestles with something inward. He turns to listen to Vortex, the elevons on his wings softly clicking in agitation. "You're \*not\* fine, Vortex, you haven't been fine.... you're about as fine as \*I'd\* be if they ripped my thrusters out."

His gaze again drops to his lap, but slowly lifts to face Onslaught. "I... Well, he's right. I \*did\* get into it with Sky Lynx. I was...." He bites his lower lip under the faceplate and hesitates. "I let my ....emotions get the better of me and took on a fight I couldn't win and I \*knew\* I couldn't win, and..." He thrusts a hand towards Tex, ... worst of all, I dragged Vortex into the mess with me."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl shakes his head, "Ya think I got slag for brains? I may be slow at times but I know ya ain't actin' like your usual self. But if ya wanna leave it dat fine, just hope don't have to kick ya in the tailpipe." He listens to the shuttleformer, "Sounds like odds were worse then the last fight in the pits. What pushed ya do it?"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught grunts and nods, swirling his drink in his glass. "...Vortex mentioned your...foolhearty charge against Sky Lynx," he says. "I agree with Brawl: I'd like to know what you were thinking? Why take on Sky Lynx, especially if you knew you couldn't win the fight? Did you think doing so would allow you to win prestige for yourself? Or the team? Our reputation doesn't need that sort of boosting. Never will, so long as I lead us."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex sighs, staring at the blade in his hand. He lets Blast Off do the talking which is weird in itself. "You're right. I'm not fine." he says. "My brother tried to commit suicide by Sky Lynx and I was trying to stop you from doing so. Why did you do that , Blast Off? Why do you think not just this. But everything is your fault!" he sounds angry and flustrated and punctuates his anger by stabbing himself with that blade in his own thigh.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Certainly, 'foolhardy' does not usually describe the shuttle's actions. Blast Off seems to curl inward even more, grabbing and then clutching at his drink close to his chest. He stares down at it, lifts it, then lowers it again. He's about to say something when Vortex speaks and he hesitates once more. "No, it wasn't..." Um. Then again... He blinks as Tex stabs himself, jerking a hand forward to try and get the rotary to stop. "Vortex..."

Then he stops again, unsure how- or what- to say. He looks up at Onslaught and gulps. "Yes, yes of course, Sir." Uh. How much can he \*really\* tell Onslaught? He wants to tell him \*everything\* but.... Then he loses his nerve. "Y-yes, that... it was pride." He answers a little too fast as he finally lifts the glass up and takes a swallow. "Pride and... and making a name. Like Darkstar would. Like any decepticon would, correct?" Yeah totally not because of GUILT... which has just led to more guilt, somehow. He puts the glass down a little too quickly, too, and manages to spill a little.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught's optics flare, both from fear and anger. "We are Combaticons," he says. "Our reputation is made by the team, as a team, for the team. Being a glory-seeking fool does not serve the interests of the team, Blast Off. Pride is all well and good but when it comes down to it, I would rather have live sleemos than dead heroes."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex doesnt expect Blast Off to go for his hand and yelps when its grabed. "Fine..." he goes back to spinning it, even with Blast Off holding his wrist. "I'll stab later. I need to spin this ok?" He says. "Its more then that. I.. Blast Off? whats eating you? SOmethings been at you for a while." He says. "We're concerned. Im concerned. Because if you take yourself down. We'll both go down. In a blaze of glory. It'll be great an fun but only fun once."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl slams down his drink but doesn't immediately demand another as Ons immediately gives the other two a audio lashing about being a team. He just nods though he focuses on Tex as he stabs himself, looking almost ready to grab the blade.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught grunts as Blast Off grabs Vortex's wrist. "We don't go down in blazes of glory," he says. "We make sure other people do." He sighs, taking a long drink from his glass. "...Blast Off, this concerns me. I was afraid you and Vortex were suffering aftereffects of having been in Garrus-1 again. But...this suggests to me that you were having problems well before you met up with Sky Lynx on the battlefield. Why? What's going on? Tell me, please?"

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off winces as Onslaught reacts with less-than-enthusiasm. "I-I.... Yes, Sir." He looks like he's trying to hide behind his wine glass now. "I... Of course. Sorry, Sir." Unfortunately, Vortex is a little more astute (darn interrogator). He side-glances to Vortex. "I...no! Nothing's wrong. Everything is fine." He hastily takes a gulp of his wine. "Just fine." He places the glass down... and then Onslaught probes further. The shuttleformer wants to go crawl under a rock about now. "N...nothing..." He answers, voice very small and UN-Blast Off haughty. "I..." Frrrag. He hesitates again as Onslaught says 'please', staring back at him.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex blinks. "Afteraffects? Naa, I dont have those Ons. I had a fun time, as far as prison stays are concerned. We had a run in the vents tryign to escape. We had a visit witha mad doctor. I got teasted with rotors and had them taken away. All and all a good torture session. They didnt ask us anything though. They were pure sadists, through and through. To both of us." he says. "Well except Starlock. She was okay. All and all I'd give the stay at three out of five on my prison review. I had to take two points off. One for defenses, and two for creepy doctors."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl listens to the others while focusing on Blast Off, optics narrowing behind his visor, "Hey stop actin' like a bit-brain before ya burnout, Blast Off! Mech up and quit actin' like a petro-rabbit!" He looks to Tex and rumbles a bit as he remembers the last time was in the joint but doesn't comment on what the rotary says.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught's optics flare again at the reference to Pharma. "That one, he will pay for what he did to you. I'll have him melted down and reformatted into a chair. I hear SCrapper does good work in that line."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off blinks and stops to stare at Brawl now. "I..." A brief flare of his usual huffiness returns, "I \*am\* meching up! I..." No he's not, really, and he deflates a tiny bit. Now he stares at his wine glass again. There's a side glance to Vortex and he adds, "Starlock was ...decent. As was..." Again he hesitates and decides to take a large swallow of wine instead.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex blurts out "We can't hurt Swivel either. She's good to our shuttle." he says. "But the rest of them? Bah. They can all die right?" he tries to clench his fingers around that blade.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl folds his arms, "Wanted to mount his head somewhere while that bat mech along with that sneaky cat said wanted to give him a bit of karma. Least thats what they said from what I remember when was drinkin' at the Jump Joint and that one mech was mentioned again."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods. 'I'm fine with taking trophies," he says, then studies Blast Off and Vortex. "...Gentlemen, we work for the Decepticons," he says. "I can over look a certain amount of...familiarity...with Autobots but if it comse down to a choice between them and us...I hope you know where your true loyalties lie?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "I sure do." He moves to lean against Onslaught. "Right here." he pats his leader's broad shoulders too familiaally for comfort. "I sure do. Right here with the blue an' teal."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Aaand he promptly spits the wine out as Vortex brings up Swivel. Coughing, he pounds his purple chest once or twice. "I beg your \*pardon\*? Who said anything about Swivel? She was..." He hesitates, yet again. "She was one of the ones who recaptured us." He seems a bit... hurt about that, for some reason, glaring into what's left of his wine glass before going to grab a towel and clean up. "I mean.,.. not that she... needs to \*die\* either...." He looks over to Brawl and immediately agrees, "Now Pharma? Yes, Pharma needs some karma, indeed."

When Onslaught speaks, Blast Off nearly drops his glass. "Absolutely! You \*know\* I'm loyal to you, don't you? I've always been loyal to you..." Ok except that one time he disobeyed Onslaught's direct orders and did not kill Swivel. \*cough\* He does succeed in not dropping the glass, fortunately, and again takes a big sip.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl nods, "Ya know I'll always be here for my brothers, even Swindle." Course the tankmech has to badmouth someone though their nowhere in earshot. Looking to the shuttleformer and rotary he says, "Ya make too many friend and theres no way to know who to frag."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex gurnts. "Im not friends with these people you know. I just.. I dont think we shoudl kill them right away. Been makin' friends with some of the cons though. Spacecase seems t' be actin like I wanna kill him for some reason and Goth always looks out for me beause face it. Look at these optics. Im adorable." he says. "But anyone else besides us? can slag right off."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught reaches over and runs a hand over Vortex's helm, squeezing the back of Vortex's neck. "I know," he says, speaking to Vortex but looking at Blast Off. "I know you are loyal, even if perhaps on occassion you don't act as I instruct." He pauses, as if about to admit to a hard truth. "...which I am willing to forgive, since occassionally, your going off script does seem, inexplicably, to work out in the end."

Onslaught chuckles at Brawl. "I know you are, Brawl," he says. "And I suspect that Swindle would sy the same -- and even might mean it, deep down.' He considers what Vortex says. 'Establishing alliances within the Decepticons is a good idea. Not simply because they might be of use to us, though that is a consideration. And having backchannels into the Autobots is definitely potentially useful, particularly should we ever have cause to break contract here."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off looks over to Brawl, starting to nod, though it fades as the tank says that thing about friends. "..." He looks down at his glass, pondering. "...You certainly have a... point." Sometimes the tank has unexpected bouts of wisdom. Still... he still can't just... \*stop\* it, either. Making those friends. Though at Vortex's comment, the shuttleformer goes into his customary denial. "Oh, of course. I'm not making friends either! What \*bores\*, all of them! Nothing like my team or a space alt." He quirks an optic ridge as Tex calls himself 'adorable', giving him a good-natured questioning look.

But he tenses again at Onslaught. Looking back at his leader, he stares... then nods. He \*wants\* to tell Onslaught the truth, had tried to! But.... now he's not so sure. That last comment \*almost\* has him speaking, a finger twitching like he wants to bring up something, but... nah. Drink. Drink the rest of this glass and go to the other. Yeah, that's it.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught is smart enough to know something is wrong with Blast Off, thta he's hiding something but he can't quite put his finger on \*what\* Blast Off is hiding. He considers the issue, trying to make sense of it. "...Blast Off," he says, jumping to a wrong conclusion. "...if you have feelings for one of the Decepticons, you don't have to be ashamed of it. It's...natural, to develop attachments to comrades."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl looks to Blast Off saying, "Hey how about another drink or ya can just hand over the bottle." He chuckles a bit even if the room may seem a little tense or something to others. Looking to Onslaught he says, "Ah haven't really talked to too many of the Cons though dat Goth seems creative when it comes to punishments. Though dat uh...." Brawl places his hand on his chin as he thinks, "Bah forget if they gave their name, but wanted to crush that odd mech for not only makin' me look bad at darts but bad mouthin' ya." He continues to think before finally giving whats prob a crude description of Hookshot.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex freezes as soon as Onslaught touches his helm. He starts to purr at the sensation, just about melting. He even lets his blade hand loosen its grip a bit, baically melting there for a moment. He seems to miss everythign thats going on around him. Its not often when hes this starved for any sensation but in this situatin, he seems to be.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off's fingers sort of absent-mindedly tap at the newly filled glass he holds. He turns to listen to Onslaught and immediately denies any such thing with what starts out as an almost hysterical sounding little laugh, quite unlike himself. "Hahahhahno." He clears his vocalizer and swallows. "No. I'm... I don't have feelings for any... Decepticons. Really." He stifles another series of hysterical but muffled laughs. He takes another deep gulp of the wine.

Then- Oh, right. He looks at Brawl's glass, then the bottle. Then the glass. Then... he just hands over the bottle, what the heck. Listening to the tank.... wait, that sounds (sort of) familiar. "Was he flamboyant? Hookshot, perhaps?" He glances to Vortex over there getting all that attention from Onslaught... and then just looks away, taking another drink.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl accepts the bottle as its passed over but doesn't start chugging it down, least not yet. He continues to think before nodding when the shuttleformer says flamboyant, "Yeah they was gettin' real fancy with their shots. Even just tossin' it behind them and hittin' the mark. Either they cheated or just lucky."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught ponders as he continues rubbing Vortex's neck, like a holovid villain with a pet quadrocat. '...not....Blast Off, please, please tell me you don't have feelings for an Autobot!" he says. "Interfaction dalliances are one thing but a romance? No, it won't work. IT's too risky! I know, I know, the popular novels like to make it seem like love can overcome any obstacle but I'm telling you, it's just not true! The rewards simply are not worth the risk!"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex looks to Onslaught. Pokes him in the abdomen. "Ons.." he motions to Blast Off. "Ons..." he pokes again. "Ons its..."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught blinks as the centi-shannix drops into place. Entirely the \*wrong\* place but, well, what do you expect? He gathers the available information: Blast Off attempted to show off to Sky Lynx, a space-based flyer. He did so while Vortex was with him. Vortex attempted to prevent Blast Off from being injured. Both Combaticon flyers have been oddly subdued since they were retrieved. "I...see..." he says, releasing the back of Vortex's neck. "...well...I...you have my blessing."

**Blast Off has posed:**
And again it gets spittaked all over the counter. This time he is too busy flinging his hands in the air to clean it up immediately. "It's not like that!" Blast Off exclaims, normally cutlured voice higher-pitched than normal. "I swear, it's not! I don't... it's not \*romance\*, it's... Popular romance novels? What? I totally don't read that sort of tripe, why would... I..." He finally pauses to catch a vent of air again, grabbing a towel and mopping the mess up again. he really ought to stop drinking just before they speak.

Glancing to Brawl and a welcome change of subject, he nods quickly. "That sounds like Hookshot! He was \*badmouthing\* us?" Hahahh yes. \*cough\* Change the subject. Totally.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex blinks. "Me? You think its... me and Blast.." he chuckles. "Me and Blast Off? Im flattered but no no its not me. But its someone stroking my helm, Ons."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl takes a drink from the bottle before saying, "Monstly about Ons, claimin' his plans ain't always perfect when I said dat he can even knews ways to keep me silent if we're ambushin'. About hit the mech with a stool as they left.". The tankmech blinks as he catches on the other conversation say, "Huh what, Blast and Tex?"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught blinks. "..Vortex, don't be foolish, who is..." Oh...ohhhhhhhhh...oh dear... "Wait! My plans \*are\* brilliant!" he says to Brawl.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off frowns Brawl's way. "He said that about Onslaught?! How \*rude\*. I'll certainly give him a piece of my cerebro-cortex the next time-" Aaand then Tex speaks. The shuttleformer's optics fling open wide and pale at the rotary. He just stares for one long, horrible moment, then suddenly launches himself at the 'copter, slamming hands towards Vortex's mouth in an effort to shush him quickly. "SKY LYNX! I CONFESS! It is SKY LYNX!!!" He CANNOT let Vortex tell Onslaught the truth. Not THAT one.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex sighs "Sweet Primus, Blast Off!" he has a flying shuttle heading towards him. "Just tell him the /truth/" he flaims as Blast Off grabs him, disturbing his little nest as his mouth is covered. "MRRFFFL!"

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl looks towards Ons and nods, "Yeah I know dat boss but Hookshot said well forget what exactly. But just dissin' your plans like that made me wanna crush em or drag em back to ya." He tilts his head as Tex and Blast go off about something. The tankmech right now still having no clue what they talking bout.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught waitaminutes! Vortex said that the individual Blast Off is infatuated with was stroking Vortex's helm. And the way he said it made it fairly clear that he meant the individual was doing so currently. And Sky Lynx isn't in Blast Off's wine shop currently. ....or is he? Onslaught looks around the shop, just to be on the safe side. It's a decent sized room, right? Sky Lynx, for all that he's an insufferable egotist, does have the skills that pay the bills as the youngsters will be saying on a small, insiginficant blue-green planet in a few million years. But, Onslaught \*was\* recently stroking Vortex's helm, trying to keep the rotory from undoing the medics' hard work and...

\*click\* The centi-shannix drops. In the process, an alternate universe is created, one in which Starscream's future schemes regarding the Combaticons will have to be rewritten. But hey, maybe the series will last more than 12 issues in this universe! Onslaught looks over at Blast Off, as if \*really\* seeing him for the first time. "I...I think I understand," he says.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex looks at Onslaught as he understands. "If you say Brawl next, Im gonna hitcha." he says, in a flat tone.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off stares back at Onslaught like a turbodeer caught in the headlights. "You....do?" he squeaks at his Commander, hands still held straight out in front of him, still trying to keep Vortex quiet. SHUSH. Shuuuuusssssh.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl just shrugs as the conversation seems focused on the three mechs for the moment. Looking to the bottle he takes another swig. No doubt soon someone will help clue him in.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods, leaning back in his chair. '...Brawl, if you don't mind, could I get a hit from your bottle, please? I could use something...stronger."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex murmurs softly. "Blast Off's got a Conj. wait. That's not funny. Not right now."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl nods and passes the bottle over to Ons, "Here ya go Boss." He tilts his head at Vortex saying, "Huh, whaddya say?"

**Blast Off has posed:**
SHUUUUUSH! Blast Off again frantically tries to quiet Vortex, armor plates ruffling everywhere... but when Onslaught sits back in his chair the shuttleformer returns to staring at him. "Oh." He's... still not sure what exactly Onslaught has come to a realization OF. The shuttleformer coughs, then finally lets go of the rotary and sits back in place. "NOTHING," he answers Brawl sharply, "NOTHING at all! Except... well, Sky Lynx. yes. I've... always admired the mech." This \*is\* still who they're talking about, right? He hopes.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chirps. "No one believes its the guy who put you in Garrus, Blast Off!" he says as soon as hes put down. "Its Cosmos. Or its Astrotrain. Or its freakin' Omega Supreme. But its not Sky Lynx." yep the lids off hte Vortex. "But its not is it. Its not!"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught takes the bottle from Brawl, giving his fellow heavy-hitter a grateful nod. "Thank you, Brawl,' he says. "If I understand the situation correctly, Vortex has just hit me over the head with the fact that Blast Off...." He stops, pouring a healthy slug from Brawl's bottle into his glass, watching as the two enerwines intermingle. "...has feelings for me."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl blinks behind his visor as he glances between the three mechs then just between Onslaught and Blast Off. It takes a few moments but it finally hits him like Trypticon or something similar as he yells out, "WHAAAT!? Ya mean Blasty likes the Boss more than.... uh what?"

**Blast Off has posed:**
"It's not Cosmos!!!" Blast Off stops and blinks, "THough.... he is..." The shuttleformer shakes his head. "I mean- It's NOT HIM! It's not anyone! It IS SKY LYNX!" He's about ready to spring at Vortex again when Onslaught speaks. That catches him back in the headlights and he freezes, staring at his Commander. Then, when Brawl finally catches on, he shrinks back to his seat quickly, almost as if stung.

Now his gaze is solidly on the floor and his hands can't seem to find a good place to settle, fidgeting with his glass, rubbing at a heat shield on his arm, or anything to distract himself. "I.."

Then the fight seems to leave him and he looks drained and quiet, still staring down at the floor. "That would be... it would be... ridiculous, wouldn't it?" He asks in a small voice. "Pre...preposterous. It wouldn't..." He's back to biting his lower lip again.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex blinks. "Its not rediculous. Its..." he pauses. "Freaking.. awesome! You know what? Its awesome. And goes right along with my plan. See I told you. I told you we should be five way conjunxed. It keeps rotaries and femmes from distracting us and if you're already distracted by ons you can't be distracted by the enemy, right? I love it when my plans work."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught watches Blast Off struggle to keep his house of lies constructed. Part of him is almost amused by how bad the shuttle is at it. Another part wonders how long this has been going on and begins assembling data, reviewing past interactions with Blast Off and running them through this new filter. That part is rather shocked by the sheer amount of clues that he's missed. "I wouldn't call it ridiculous," he says. "I mean...I've been told that I'm something of a catch." He coughs, optics flickering with embarassment as his joke falls flat on his own audials. "...Vortex, please, let me deal with one...prospective paramour...at a time, would you?"

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl gets the bottle back and drinks down a fair bit before saying, "O....k. Dat is really gonna take a bit to process." He places the bottle where anyone else can grab it as he glares at Vortex saying, "Ya really tryin' ta bust my processor aren't ya. I mean if dese two are alright with it, but just seems uh." Right now the tankmech isn't sure what to say on it.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off blinks at Vortex as he goes on about how 'awesome' this would be. "Really?" Though by the time Vortex gets to 5-way conjunxes, the shuttle casts a glance over at Brawl and... er. " ...." He leans a bit away from the tank. He loves ya, Brawl, just not in \*that\* way, neccessarily. \*cough\*

Indeed, if Onslaught thinks back he can surely begin to notice many times the shuttle's gotten flustered by close contact or even special attention and praise, not to mention how keen he always is to please his Commander... something that goes beyond anything like brown-nosing. Even if he \*is\* brown. He looks up as Onslaught mentions being a 'catch'... well, he IS. Though the word 'paramour' has the shuttle quickly glancing down at the floor again, flustered. His cheeks seem to be turning a rosy color somehow where they're not obscured by his faceplate. "..."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught looks over at Brawl, sympathetically. "Indeed, it will take time to process," he says, looking from Brawl, over to Blast Off, then over at Vortex. "...I wish Swindle was here." He shifts in his seat. "If I'd known this would come up, I'd have preferred for all of us to discuss it at once, but, well, we'll have to catch him up. I want to say this: Brawl, Vortex, if either of you feel this could negatively impact your ability to function with Blast Off or myself, if you think this will harm the team, it will end here. We will say no more of it."

Onslaught looks at Blast Off. "Because...as flattering as it is, as...intriguing as it is, I will not sacrifice our unity for anything."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex throws his hands up in the air. "Para-mour! Para-mour!" He cheers. "I'll officiate. Wait. how do you do that. Oh who cares. I'll figure out how get you two together and it. Will. Be awesome. We'll celebrate with .. a loooot of wine. And Spreadsheets. And space. And Spreadsheets about space..." his rotor assembly flutters a bit. If he had them, they'd be tittering. "Brawl aren't they adorable? Awww aww. ....... KISS." he leans in, optics glowing brightly. "KISS." he's obviously okay with it. More then Okay with it. He's planning the ceremony. he reaches for one of his bottles and raises it to the couple before downing it in one gulp "I need..five more of these." he moves away from onslaught and makes a bow to his lap. "Blast Off, please Im in your seat."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl looks between the three for several minutes, shaking his head as the rotary seems to be going crazy over planning the whole thing if it happens. Right now the tankmech still isn't sure how to take it as he says, "Uh well, not sure boss. I mean if ya two like eachother don't think theres gonna be a problem. Long as things can keep gettin' done as needs done." Scratching his head he mutters, "Man what I wouldn't give right nw ta be back in da ring havin' a good scrap."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off feels like the whole world just flipped inside out on him and he's not sure what to think about it. Indeed, it will take time to process. His biggest secret is out now. His hands clench inot fists, then relax, then clench again as he continues fidgeting. When Onslaught speaks, the shuttleformer risks looking at him again, optics still pale and flickering from time to time. His hands finally settle on clasping together on his lap. As Onslaught continues to talk, the shuttleformer's spark- which he's been holding down tightly- risks a tiny leap at hearing his Commander say- intriguing, \*flattering\*- as opposed to ridiculous and rage-inducing.

He's in a daze as he listens to Vortex, though at the mention of kissing he gets flustered and looks away again. \*wheeze\* Then even Brawl seems okay with it. He turns as Tex offers him the seat next to Onslaught and \*freezes\*. "I...I can't!" His optics drift over to Onslaught. ....Can he?

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex starts to kind of excitedly skip around the room. "Course you can. Its easy. Kiss." He flops over Brawl's lap. "Kiiiiiiiiissss..." oh primus. hes not offering is he? Nope. just being excited but Brawl can take it any way he feels fit.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught holds up a hand to Vortex. 'Don't go putting the freight wagons before the engine, Vortex," he says. "Blast Off and I aren't ready for a ceremony just yet." And if we have one, he's not letting Vortex officiate. His conjunx endurae ceremony will not include the phrase "now <REDACTED> already!", no siree!

Onslaught nods to Brawl. "I know how you feel, my brother," he says. "And I can assure you, things that need to be done, will get done. The team comes first, the job comes second, everything else, however important we might find it, will come after that."

Onslaught doesn't visibly freeze as Vortex fanrotorys all over him and Blast Off. "I...I think we can wait for that," he says. "It seems to me that's something that shouldn't be rushed. DOn't you agree, Blast Off?"

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl listens to the othees and nods to Onslaught, "Right, right." He takes another drink from the bottle luckily not dropping it as the rotary gets on his lap. Looking down at Tex he emits a rumble but instead of saying something he does the usual thing his brother should expect as he punches at the other mech.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off just squishes down in a I-wish-I-could-hide-wince somehow every time Vortex says the K-WORD. He's giving the rotary the bugger-eye by the time Tex is sprawled onto Brawl's lap. At least Onslaught is still serious and sober about all this! ....Another reason the shuttleformer has always admired the mech. He returns to giving Onslaught the turbodeer-in-the-headlights look, though it's a little less glazed over now.

He nods as Onslaught says the team comes first. That's totally how it should be! He keeps nodding, even at the end. "Yes." he finally manages to squeak out. Then, a little more nomral-sounding, he adds, "Yes, Sir." Pause. "...Onslaught."

Then Brawl punches Vortex and he actually relaxes just a smidge at that, as things play out the way he's used to.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods his head as Blast Off calls him by name. "Very good, Blast Off," he says. "I suppose you can drop the 'sir' for good now -- unless, of course, command is around or if we're in the field or on a mission. But, amongst ourselves, I see no need for you to call me sir." He glances over as Brawl punches Vortex and his shoulders untense just a bit. Blast Off has feelings for him but Brawl is still punching Vortex for being, well, Vortex. The world has changed but it hasn't gone completely off the rails.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex yelps and then giggles as he rolls off of Brawl's lap. "Thank you. Now things are normal." he says, as he casually sits back down and goes back to his drink. He looks to Blast Off and to Onslaught and just quietly smiles under his mask at them, propping his head up with his elbows, letting his elbows slide down with a vented siiigh of happiness.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl chuckles as Vortex moves back to his seat, "Now dat made me feel better." He looks at his brothers saying, "Yeah, can't think what others would think if they heard bout this. Swindles might blow a gasket or somethin' when he's told."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off looks back at Onslaught, nodding, then glances over to Vortex over there, just BEAMING at the two. You WRETCH. You terrible, wonderful wretch, Vortex. His gaze returns to Ons and for the first time he breaks from the startled meekness and remembers enthusiasm. "Absolutely, S... Onslaught."

He leans forward, hands clasped in front of him on the counter now. "All I have ever wanted to do is... is make you... proud. Be part of the \*best\* team. YOUR team. I'd \*never\* do anything to interfere with that. Ever." He means it, too! He gives a quick glance to the others as he states that- to all of them. Then he leans back again, settling down on his seat and holding his wine glass, that blush still on his cheeks. Glancing at Brawl, he lets out a small \*chuff\*. "DON'T Tell the others." Oh Primus no. "PLEASE."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught looks from Brawl to Vortex. "...I think you're worrying about the wrong brother, Blast Off," he says, chuckling with genuine amusement as he gestures toward Vortex. "...he's an interrogator, he's been trained to \*share\* secrets, not keep them..."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods seriously. "Swindle should know. The team and all but no one else will know about this. This is a Combaticon thing okay? A wonderful, beautiful not Sky Lynx thing. Its ...." He says. "Wow. You guys are serious? I... Im buying your drinks." He puts shanix on the table. "You too brawl but suddenly. I think Onslaught. And Blast Off. Need. Privacy." He says it like they would. Prii vaah cee. He winks an optic at both of them. "Have a good night you beautiful two." he giggles and starts to skip off.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl looks at Tex then back to Ons and Blast as he tilts his head. He gets up and steadies himself from the drink saying, "Ya owe me a nightmare fuel or somethin' stronger at the Jump Joint, Tex." Glancing to the shuttleformer he says, "Uh right, so owe ya anythin' for the bottle?"

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off looks from Onslaught to Vortex, gaze sharp- but he is quickly reassured. ...More or less, it IS Vortex, after all. "Yes, Swindle is fine, I suppose... just no one else." Oh Primus please no. He looks to Vortex as he starts talking about being ALONE with ONSLAUGHT and the shuttle's rosy cheeks grow even redder. "Vortex!" he hisses, looking at the rotary and then back to Ons. Quickly glancing at Brawl, he waves his hands. "No, no, it's... it's on the house tonight." ...Just NEVER EVER speak of this to anyone okay.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught shakes his head at Brawl and Blast Off. 'I'll cover your drinks here," he says. "I called this meeting, after all." He reaches into a hatch and pulls out the shannix to cover the beverages they've imbibed here and hands it over to Blast Off. He considers briefly, then pulls out a few extra coins. "Vortex, here," he says. "For yourself and Brawl at the Jump Joint or wherever you end up."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex tugs Brawl's hand. "Its on me, bro. Its on me. Come on. Leave them to do. You know. ..." he giggles. "Ewww." who knows what hes thinking. But whatever it is its 'eww.' "Lets go punch Darkstar." there. Thats something to do. Punch Darkstar. He takes the shanix cause he's no fool. "Meeting adjourned!" he says like hes in charge and heads on out!

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl nods, "Thanks Boss." He stands there a few moments more till the rotary tugs on his hand, "Huh what dat spacemech do this time?" The tankmech doesn't argue as he follows after Vortex.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pauses. "He's punchable. I dont know." he shrugs as he leads brawl on out.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught chuckles. 'He's off the revenge roster, so keep the punching friendly," he says. "Or, relatively so."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl keeps following Tex as he goes out the door with the repy, "Right, friendly."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off reaches out, optics lingering on Onslaught's large hands so close to his own, then accepts them and pulls back. "...Thank you." He turns to watch Vortex and Brawl leave, squitning at the rotary. "Vortex, whatever you're thinking, STOP IT." HUFFF.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught snorts. 'Asking Vortex to stop thinking implies that he ever started," he says, with a certain amount of affection. "Besides, if he's punching Darkstar, he won't be talking, will he?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex shrugs 'Or a minibot or something. I dont know. Just punch things.." he says. "Im thinking about what Brawl can punch what are yoooooou thin.. oh " He follows Blast Off's gaze. "Ooooh. Lets GO BRAWL"quick before he has to cover the tank's optics from soemthing sorrid!

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl certainly doesn't argue as he almost kicks the rotary out the door, "Just hurry up already!"

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off finds himself laughing softly at Onslaught's statement. "Ha ha, ...true." He smiles down into his wine glass before mustering the courage to look up at his leader. Ok. Um. "Uh.... want a refill? It's... on me." He gestures towards one of the bottles.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught tenses as Vortex begins talking over the Decepticon broadband channel, then relaxes somewhat as Vortex asks for someone for Brawl to punch. "Yes, please," he says, with a slight chuckle as Brawl threatens to put a new dent in Vortex's head. "I, thank you, Blast Off."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off just stands there a moment, possibly on data overload as he realizes 1- he's alone with Onslaught now and 2- Onslaught KNOWS. It's enough to fry the poor shuttle's circuitry. He finally manages to force himself to action, however, and "Oh! Yes." He rushes to refill that glass, wing elevons flicking once or twice. "It's... it's my pleasure." The shuttleformer stands near Onslaught as he pours another drink, not daring to look up at Onslaught and gaze into his face.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught radios a threat against Vortex's person, reminding the rotory that if word about what they've discussed gets out, Vortex won't have to seek out someone with which to "play punchy" - Onslaught will be more than happy to oblige, either in the training room or not. He laughs aloud as, over the team radio, Brawl says that Vortex talks and Brawl smacks.

Onslaught looks over at Blast Off. "I'm not goign to shoot you, you know,' he says. 'You don't have to be nervous around me."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off radios a thanks to Brawl, then dares look Onslaught's way when the truck addresses him. He still has the faint turbodeer in the headlights look to him, though he tries to hide it, Breathe. Or vent, in his case. Vent. He draws in a vent of air and then turns to face Onslaught a little more. "I... I know," he answers softly, still not quite able to look Onslaught in the optics. "It's just... I..." He places his hands on the counter and just stares at them. "...I don't know what to do now that you... know."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught looks down at his drink. "...to be perfectly honest," he says. "Neither do I. This...this is not something I'd ever planned for." And yes, he has planned for quite a few things involving his team. He's not quite at, say, the Red Alert "here's a plan for if Cybertron is suddenly attacked by a Dark God in the guise of a giant planet-eating monster" level of hyperfocus, but he's close!

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off finds himself smiling under his faceplate. He chuckles, still looking at his own hands before glancing up at Onslaught briefly. "That's... saying a lot. You've got plans for \*everything\*." He tries to smile, then loses nerve and looks down again. "I... really never intended for this to happen. I mean..." He looks out towards the door the rotary and tank just left. "I've always ...admired you. But..." His slightly shaky voice trails off.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods, taking a sip from his drink. "I knew that much," he says. "I mean, I've admired you as well. You're a skilled fighter, a superb sniper and a civilized and sophisticated mech." He hrumphs and vents, nervous himself.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off quickly looks up at the mech. "Really?" That seems to bolster his confidence a little, and the shuttleformer puffs up- slightly. Standing a little straighter now, he reaches for his own glass to take a drink, then places it down again with letting go. "I... try. It's..." He's feeling painfully honest here. But he CAN be honest with Onslaught, right?

"Sometimes it is a struggle. In these conditions, in \*this\* war..." he gestures 'out there' before his hand returns to the counter. "But I think it's important." He gazes down into his glass. "...For me, at least." He looks up at Ons. "It's easier when I'm here, at least. It... things make more \*sense\* when I'm with the team." Pause. "With you."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods, sipping from his drink. "I understand," he says. "The heat of battle does confuse things. Having a place where one can reassess is helpful. Have I told you that I think it was a wise idea for you to open this shop?" He snorts as Vortex attempts to disguise his shenanigans with fake static over the Combaticons' channel. "...please, tell me Vortex isn't drinking up your profits?"

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off perks. "No!" He's happy to hear it, though. "It has given me a place I can really... be myself. It's..." He turns a bit more somber, "...been a refuge since I got out of medibay. I needed some quiet time." He takes a drink from his wine glass and looks up at Ons again. "No! No, he and Brawl come in here sometimes, but I usually charge them." He huffs, but it's a fond sound this time. "...They keep me from getting \*too\* cloistered up here, anyway."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods. 'Good, good," he says. "If they ever fall short, let me know, I'll make up the difference." He studies his glass, watchign the way the light plays over the enerwine. "I would hope, particularly in light of recent events, that you'll find a refuge in, er.." He coughs, optics flickering. "...well, in me."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off smiles again as he gazes up at the Commander he's had a crush on since... forever, it seems. "I... do. I trust you." He blushes a little at that- given how few people he can say that honestly to, but it thrills him to say that to Onslaught. And it's true. He looks back down at his own glass, then at Onslaught. If he were Vortex, he'd be leaning on Onslaught by now, or holding his hand, or something, but he's a standoffish shuttleformer who doesn't know how to make a move. Having a crush on a truck who may likely have the same problem. Joy! And yet... there is joy to be had in simply standing near one another and having a quiet moment together. "I... hope you trust me."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught doesn't goggle or start but he does look at Blast Off with a measure of surprise on his face. "Of...of course I do!" he says. "I...Blast Off, I've trusted you for years! I've turned my back on you in battle -- something others have suggested to me was an unwise thing to do, since your abilities and intelligence made you a more than credible replacement leader for the team. I, of course, told them they were being ridiculous, that you were too loyal to shoot me in the back." He hems and huffs. "I didn't realize that perhaps there were other reasons than simple loyalty that might be staying your hand. Still, I've always appreciated that about you."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off is a little horrified to hear some ever suggested he'd DO such a thing to Onslaught.... though in truth it would be a very Decepticon way of getting ahead, wouldn't it? "No!" he leans forward, putting his hands together before him, "I'd... it would never cross my mind. I don't \*want\* to lead, I want to be part of helping \*you\* lead. I'm not blowing smoke up my tailpipe when I say you're \*brilliant\*! I really believe that; I KNOW that!"

He frowns and leans back, mulling it over. "I know it's... well." Hmm. "Some of our fellow Decepticons don't take loyalty seriously. I mean," he huffs, "You've got individuals like \*Starscream\*..." UGH that GUY. He frowns and looks up at Onslaught square in the optic. "I'm no Starscream. I want to see \*you\* in charge, whether it's here or anywhere in the galaxy, wherever you see the need." He quiets and looks down. "Though.... yeah," One hand rubs the back of his neck, "...I guess, there's... more than one reason I have...stuck around."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught chuckles. "Of course you're no Starscream, for one thing, your voice can't crack glassteel at fifteen meters," he says, reaching out to put a hand on Blast Off's shoulder.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off finds himself laughing at that, "Indee-" Gulp, suddenly there's a hand on his shoulder. He stops, freezing, and looks at it there, then turns to look up at Onslaught. He's half tempted to retract his faceplate, for some reason... why's he wear that thing around Onslaught, anyway? But for now, just.... gazing. His EMField tightens closer to his own frame, then slowly, tentatively expands to brush along Onslaught's.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught's EMfield crackles as it brushes against Blast Off's. His hand shifts from Blast Off's shoulder to cup the side of his helm. "...rather glad Vortex isn't here at the moment," he says, with a nervous chuckle. "I think they'd hear the squeal on the second moon..."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off can't really believe this is happening, but if it's a dream he doesn't want to wake up. And CERTAINLY not to rudely interrupted by someone like, say, /Starscream/ intruding on said dream right about now! HMPH. No, he's content to gaze up into Onslaught's visor with his own light violet optics.... He chuckles nervously too, "...Y-Yes..." Aw slaggit all, that faceplate's comin' off. It snaps back, revealing a face Onslaught has likely seen before, but not very often. Dark, with an upturned nose and VERY rosy (blushing) cheeks. And completely focused on him. "He's... quite the instigator, isn't he?"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught has indeed seen Blast Off's face before but this time, seeing it feels different. This time, it's not \*just\* the face of a teammate or a colleague or even a brother-in-arms. This time, he's seeing the face of someone who cares about him as something other than a leader or a father-surrogate or a shield against the vagaries of the universe or a den-mother. His own face mask stays in place, apparently Onslaught's not \*quite\* ready to make the big reveal yet. "...Indeed," he says, staring into Blast Off's face.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off doesn't mind. He just knows he trusts Onslaught and doesn't want to hide anything. The shuttleformer leans a little closer, finally daring to lift a hand and place it on the truck's arm- his shoulder being a bit high for now, and he lets himself smile as he lets his fingers slide along the arm a short ways, then looks back up at Onslaught, enjoying the warmth of his EMField and returning his own energy. "This... is all I ever really wanted."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught rumbles. "To be honest? I...I never knew I wanted this but now? I...I am not opposed to it." Oh, Onslaught, you die-hard romantic you! He hrumphs, his field reflecting a sudden nervous twinge. "..though, I...can you love a mech with a mask?"

**Blast Off has posed:**
"Really?" Blast Off beams up at Onslaught, spark leaping. "I was..." He laughs nervously, but with a joyous undertone, "I was so worried you'd be angry. That- that you'd... cast me out if you knew." He grins even wider as Onslaught confesses he has no mouth, and pulls up a little closer, now daring to put his hand under Onslaught's jaw, tracing it's outline with a finger before he loses nerve again and it drops down. "I can."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught shifts his weight from foot to foot but doesn't move. "...of course not," he says, voice spiking in odd places, posh accent slipping just a bit. 'You din't betray me -- if anythin' -- I mean, any\*thing\*, you're doing quite the opposite. And...I'm glad you can."

**Blast Off has posed:**
OH NO. Onslaught is attractive when he's speaking in that refined accent of his \*and\* he's attractive when it slips into that huskier tone. HELP. Wait, no Blast Off doesn't want \*any\* help, No, not from this. He leans closer, gazing into the larger mech's visor like it's the most perfect thing he's ever seen. And right now? It is. "I... just want to be with you. That's all I want." His own accent remains more steady, though his voice is cracking a bit as well.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught huffs, then nods. "Then, that's what you shall have," he says, leaning in and resting his forehelm against Blast Off's head. "For as long as you wish it."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off has struggled so long and hard, pushed to the brink during his prison ordeal, and now all of a sudden he's the happiest he thinks he's probably ever been in his life. It's enough to make the shuttleformer faint... or swoon. But as Onslaught leans his forehelm on Blast Off's head, the shuttleformer chirps in delight, then tucks his head in towards the larger mech, engines now rumbling with a soft purr of contentment as he lightly rests his hands on the other mech's broad arms, soaking up the warmth and closeness. "Forever's a long time..." He smiles.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught sighs, but not his usual 'blastyouvortex' sigh. He puts his arms around Blast Off, pulling him in close. "Then we'll have time to take it slow," he says.