1044/Combaticon Training Session - R2

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught strides into the training arena, carrying a box with a couple of bottles of decent engex as well as some drinking flasks. "All right, gentlemen!" he says, in a genuinely cheerful voice that still manages to sound like someone who looked up the definition of 'easy-going fun times' in the dictionary. "I figured we could make this a more informal gathering. Brawl, you were saying you were bored, would you care to spar with me?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex heads into the training arena. "Hey, cons." the rotorless rotary greets. He has his glue gun in his hand and is taking the saftey on and off with a constant click click click sond.

**Brawl has posed:**
Its obvious that Brawl made it to the training room first as one of the training dummies goes flying, "Too easy!" He looks about ready to stomp it flat but stops as soon as Ons speaks up. Turning towards his leader he nods, "Oh yeah, up for that."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off totters after Onslaught, also carrying a big box of enerwine and snacks from his wine shop. The shuttleformewr struggles a bit with the weight- but there somehow is still a spring to his step that he hasn't demonstrated in awhile. Indeed, the shuttleformer seems surprisingly happy for someone who had been so down after his prison experience. He stops near Onslaught, looking up at the Combaticon leader. "Maybe put these over there?" He nudges his head towards a nearby bench, placing the drinks down and turning to get Onslaught's if he can. He glances over at Brawl with a nod, then back to business.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods to Blast Off's suggestion re: using the bench as a snack table. "Perfect!" he says, moving over to set his box down as well. He pulls out a stack of reusable drinking flasks and sets them near teh boxes. "I suppose we can just serve ourselves, keep this an informal occassion, don't you think?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was reading datapad with some readouts on it, clicking his tongue as he came into the training arena. "Hmph, not enough to be conclusive." He'd muse aloud, a and over his mouth as he thought. His ears twitching forward at hearing the voices a head of him, he'd look up from the statistics data on the datapad and notice about all, (but one) of the combaticons in the Training arena.

      "...Ahhh.." He'd curse something in his native tongue.

**Dustoff has posed:**
"Eh, but enough t' have a hunch, yeah?" Dustoff follows after Goth, glancing at his own datapad before pausing at the Combaticon gathering...and just shrugs. "Eh...well, ain't like it's Darkstar this time... honestly ain't a bad lot t' get some time in with." He closes out his readouts and tucks the datapad away.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle wanders in late, passing by Goth. "Hey," he says to the bat-con. He then catches sight of the snacks, greets his combatibros, and gravitates towards the goodies. "OOoooh, quite a spread you got set up," he comments as he reaches for some enerwine to pour for himself.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off seems to beam up at Onslaught (he's wearing his face mask again, but his optics might give away the pleasant attitude) and gets the drinks and snacks all arranged on the bench. Dusting his hands off, he turns to see Goth and Dustoff. "Greetings!" He states amicably, "Feel free to join in." He gestures to the foodstuff. When Swindle shows, he gives the conmech a nod, then points at some of the white quartz wine. "I think you might like this brand, Swindle."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl makes a motion like he's cracking knuckles and neck before making his way over to where the drinks are layed down, "Oh ya brought in all da good stuff." He doesn't immediately go for the drinks before looking towards Ons, "So how ya wanna do this, Boss?" Hearing Swindle he says, "So where ya been?"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught chuckles. "Should have known snacks would have brought you out, Swindle," he says, then turns his attention to Brawl. "Hmmm...what are you in the mood for? Hand to hand? Or ranged weapons?" He considers a moment. "We could simply do a free-for-all, see how the sparring takes us?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth cleared his voice box and vented a huff, this was true, they were not /that/ bad, still.. The large crowd was enough to put /Goth/ off for a change. He'd give Swindle a nod of greeting and acknowledgment though and looked into the Training area.. Stepping a bit more in and to the side to not block the doorway. "I take we've stumbled in on a training session between you five?" He'd ask, pointing his claw to them, and.. Well He only nodded to Blast Off.

      He'd glance back down to Dustoff momentarily before continuing the conversation from before. "Indeed it is, but I'd need to play around with it a bit more before I can confirm anything." He'd also tuck his own datapad away, before glancing back of with a half-lidded look at the group.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff nods and looks at the group...then pulls out, of all things, a bottle of his choice engex before drinking straight from the bottle itself, because who needs glasses in the training center where they'll just break.

**Swindle has posed:**
"Oh, thanks," Swindle says to Blast Off, and then gets himself a flask of Quartz. He sips it and grins. "You were right." He chuckles awkwardly at Onslaught's comment, but hey, his leader isn't wrong.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex sits by himself, oddly enouh clicking his gun. "Looks like a good spread. Save me somethin? Im busy here."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl shrugs, "Whatever you want boss. Free for all is always fun whether or not its just us.", he finally notices Goth and Dust Off, "Oh hey the medicons are here. Good audience."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught looks over at Vortex, optics dimming but he turns his attentions back to Brawl for the moment. "Indeed," he says. "Swindle, Brawl and I were going to spar, interested in joining in? In fact, I'll extend the offer to any interested parties. Goth? Dustoff? Good to see you, and you'd be welcome to join if you'd like?"

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off smiles under his faceplate at Swindle. "Of course, I know my enerwine!" He states proudly, armor fluffing some. Glancing over at Vortex, he strides towards the rotary and says, "And you- don't think I won't forget that you owe me some polishing!" He wags his finger at his bro before turning to look at Onslaught. Hmm. Slowly, one black hand raises. "I'd join in if there's room?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth covered his mouth to stifle a snicker at Dustoff, before looking over at the sound of Onslaught voice. "Well, I'd not be opposed, I need to..." He'd glance up and think on how to work it, spinning that elongated claw of his. "Further tests on some things." He'd nod, choosing not to give away the surprise. Giving Brawl a raised Ridge at calling him a Medicon.. it was.. sort of Right, he chose not to correct him.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff says, "Medicons...heh, I like it." He takes a drink and passes the bottle over to Goth. "I might jus' monitor systems, but yer more'n welcome t' stretch yer wings a bit... If somethin' looks off, lemme know, yeah?" He flashes a wry grin. "We'll make sure everythin's workin' right this time before a problem pops up.""

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl shakes his head at Vortex before looking between the other three combaticons, "If the others want to join in I'm up for dat!?" He doesn't start the fight yet as he grabs a flask and fills it with his usual drinks. Taking a quick swig he adds, "Ah thats good."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex shrugs. "Naa, Im good." he says. He looks at Blast Off "I do owe you a polishing dont I? Right now?"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods to Brawl as he pours himself his own flask and tips it into a refueling port. "Ahh, it is, isn't it?" he says, setting the flask back down. "Nothing like a relaxing drink before exercise, is there?"

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off looks to Onslaught, then Vortex, and back again. "Well.... let's see if there's room. If not, then \*yes\*." He lifts an optic ridge and glances back at the rotary.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts as he looks at his feet. "Don' wanna eat or fight or drink." he continues to stay by himself backing from everyone. "Want to fly."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth smiled at Dustoff as he mentioned liking it, he'd nod over at Dustoff, thanking him for the battle and took a swig, after watch clearing his throat, passing the bottle back to Dustoff. "Course love." He'd chuckle before heading over to the edge of the combat zone. "Well, I'm open to whoever wishes." He'd state, something of a bit of a smug grin forming on his face.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle continues to sip while watching what is going on around him. "Yup, nothing like a relaxing drink," he agrees. He looks over at Vortex. "Of course you do," he says, "Only natural for a flyer to wanna fly. Not enough room in here for that?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex motions to his back. "Still waitin on new rotors." he says. "I miss feeling them. You'd think I'd be over it by now but.. I miss them."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff nods and pulls his datapad out, getting it set up to track and monitor Goth's (well, and everyone else's) vitals as he settles in and looks over the playing field... "Right...so, don' let me hold ya back... If I see anythin' odd I'll make a note of it, do th' same on yer end, Goth..."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl chuckles, "Glad ya like it, thought better than just callin' ya Docs." Looking to the others he stakes a few steps back out into the training room, "So whose first!?"

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off's haughtier-than-thou demeanor towards Vortex drops as the rotary mentions wanting to fly again. His expression turns sympathetic and he reaches over to gently place a hand on Vortex's shoulder. "You'll fly.... \*soon\*. If they don't get you some rotors soon the rest of us will go to higher command and begin \*demanding\* action. I \*promise\*."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex jumps at the touch but then purrs, leaning in to Blast Off. "I know. It'll be soon its just. Not soon enough. You been to space yet? I bet you need to go to space." He says distantly.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods his agreement to Blast Off's statement. "Of course we will," he says, striding out into the training room floor. "Considering I called 'dibs' the other night, I would suppose it would be me, Brawl. What is it they used to stay back on COmbatron? "Come on, if you think you're hard enough?""

**Goth has posed:**
     "Soon Vortex, just a little bit longer." He'd call, folding one arm behind his back as he stood up straight on his hind legs, before looking to Swindle and.. chuckled. "Oh, you misunderstand, I'm not merely a flyer, Swindle." He'd smile, being a Monstrous-bat, it allowed him to move both quickly in the air and on the ground... And climb walls.

      He then looked to Blast Off... Well, this ought to be interesting. "Well, if your offering Blast Off, could see how you fare with me." He'd chuckle, smiling over to Dustoff. "Alright then~" He'd smile, a bit of a spring in his voice.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off pauses, looking at Vortex, then glancing upwards. "....Not yet." He continues staring skyward. "But.... yes. Soon." He does need to get up there to \*really\* feel like himself again. He blinks, shaking himself out of his reverie and pats Tex on the shoulder. "...Soon." Turning to watch the arena goers, he waits for an answer that doesn't come, so perhaps there's no room after all. He is preparing to just watch when Goth speaks up, and Blast Off looks over at him. "I'm still game, yes." The shuttleformer stands straight and eyes the bat.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Well you should." he says, picking at his gun a bit. "You should go up there with Ons sometime. Just he two of you."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff relaxes back with his bottle of drink, taking a sip before settling back and taking stock of who's in and who's out of the sparring match that's about to take place. <<Jus' keep yer head on a swivel... don't think many of these Combaticons can see ya cloaked up,>> he tightbeams over to Goth.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle ohs. "Ah, I see," he says to Vortex sympathetically. "Hey now, maybe I can get you some new rotors faster. Whatcha say? I can get em for a premium." He grins widely at his Combatibro.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex looks to Swindle. "Uh-huh. Whatcha chargin?" he asks. Is he deseperate enough to take what Swindle's selling.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl nods to his fellow heavy hitter as he positions himself ready, "Right ya called dibs so lets gets this started!" His optics glow as he charges forward. For the moment he's not starting all out but is going in as he swings a hard right towards the other mechs midsection.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught braces himself as Brawl charges him. "Indeed!" he says, letting out a \*whuff\* as he's struck in the midsection. "A hit!" he says. "A palpable hit! Let's see how you like a taste of mine!" He brings up a fist, swinging around to aim at Brawl's helm, in hopes of ringing the tanker's bell.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl takes a few steps back from the hit, shaking his head a bit, "Oh good one Boss!" He already looks ready for more as he steadies himself. Focusing back on Oslaught he moves forward again, arms stretched out. This time looking to grab the other Combaticon and attempt to slam him down.

**Goth has posed:**
     "<<Honestly I don't think any of them can ether... I would actually feel, minorly, bad if Swindle had offered.>>" He'd chuckle. "<<However I suspect Blast Off may have a much better odds.>>" he'd reply over the Tightbeam, before stepping out onto the field.

      "Any rules or stipulations I ought to be aware of?" He'd ask Blast Off as he took his place on the field, in a something of a defences stance.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle laughs, patting Vortex on the shoulder. "Why, no more than 200 shanix, tops," he says, "And the bonus is, you can get it TODAY." He looks at Vortex meaningfully.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pauses. "Two hundred..." He syas. "I'll think about it. Thats quite a lot. But. You know I'll probably bae back.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off blinks and turns to stare at Vortex, frame tensing. The thought of just him and Onslaught, blasting off into space, \*alone\*, makes the circuitry along his cheeks start to blush. And yet... He turns to look at Onslaught, and... he likes the idea. "That... would be nice." Huh. He looks back at the rotary, giving him a soft huff of thanks.

Now on to Goth. The shuttleformer strides into the arena, brushing any dust, real or imagined, off his shoulders before facing the bat. How about no up close and personal attacks? But... that might sound like he was afraid. Certainly, with Onslaught nearby, he wouldn't want to seem cowardly! So.... "None, I suppose." He braces himself, rocket feet wide apart, eying the other mech.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught is dropped by Brawl as if he were a bad habit. He hits the training ground floor with a \*WHUMP\* "If you liked that, try this!" he growls as he pulls up his legs and attempts to kick out at Brawl, hoping to get the big tankformer airborne.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl certainly wasn't expecting that as he's sent up into the air and away from his opponent. He rolls a bit as he lands saying, "Hahaha, oh yeah thats good." Getting back up he watches Onslaught for a moment before moving forward again. It may not be exactly like back in Power Base but it certainly is starting to feel that way. Once he gets close he starts to swint hard towards the other mech.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Understood then." Goth nodded to Blast Off and took in a vent to relax himself, before looking at Blast Off and just.. /grins/ a wild, grin, As he's quickly enveloped by a quick wave of black and red pixels, and vanishes from sight! Was time to see how well Blast off could handle someone as specialized as him, and how Goth himself could handle someone as specialized as Blast Off.... He'd start stalking the shuttle, waiting to see if he could pick up on Goth's signatures.

**Swindle has posed:**
With his combatibro being indecisive for the moment, Swindle takes a seat to watch the others spar. Himself, he didn't feel like it at the moment. Maybe he should get his electrosanitizers checked; maybe something slipped past his internal defense system.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off frowns at that \*grin\*- and then tenses as the bat disappears from sight. WELL THEN. Time for him to get in the air- he feels more at home AND he's surely harder to catch up with rocketing around, even in this enclosed area. So the shuttleformer leaps up and transforms, blasting upwards and leaving a trail of icy smoke in his wake, then starts turning to arc around the arena dome.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught is getting back to his feet when he takes Brawl's full swing right in the head. Talk about getting your bell rung! It's not the hardest he's ever been hit but it does rock him and sends him lurching to one side. He attempts to turn this into a sweep-kick, aiming for Brawl's knees.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl is a little too late to react as he's suddenly sent down to his knees by the attack. His fists slam into the ground but doesn't immediately push himself up. Instead immediately changes tactics as he transforms into tank mode, treads digging into floor as he moves to try and slam into Onslaught

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught managed to roll out of the way. "Ahhh, tht's how you want to play it?" he says, laughing fiercely. "Fine, fine by me!" He transforms to his missile launcher mode. He revs his engines, letting them roar before he charges forward trying for a ram attack of his own.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would kick off the ground, seeing Blast off take off, and start soaring silently upward himself, attempting to get above Blast Off, and once he does, he opts to forgo his scouter, and instead dives down at Blast off with a claw extended in a bid to damage some of those tiles.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off would like to keep more of a sensor on Onslaught and Brawl's fight, but right now he has to put all his resources into trying to spot Goth whenever the bat reappears. He does \*not\* want what is likely going to be an up close and pers-AND there it is!! The shuttle yaws to the left and rolls, just evading that strike. GOOD! He rumbles engines, pleased to have dodged in time- especially with Onslaught down there. He doesn't waste any time either, sending a burst of laserfire the bat's way!

**Brawl has posed:**
Looks like its become a demolition derby as Brawl is pushed to the side by the ram from Onslaught. Remaining in tank mode he keeps moving going away from the missile truck, "Yeah this is what, so how about we amp it up!" His turret quickly turns towards position before he fires off a burst from his sonic cannons.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar walks into the training arena, a travel cylinder of enertea in hand as he holds it tipped back while draining its contents. Glug glug glug. Ahhhh... The mech sighs, signaling the refreshing effect of the beverage before tossing it into a nearby waste recycler. Forearm wiped across his face, he makes his way toward the sidelines as the action heats up within the arena proper. Taking a lean, Darkstar crosses his arms and looks on smugly as he observes the training taking place.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught bellows as Brawl's sonic cannons hit him with a blast of sound that is renown -- for the damage it can cause. He doesn't sound distressed, so much as annoyed/proud of Brawl's attack. "Fine by me!" he says, firing a disruptor round toward Brawl.

**Goth has posed:**
     And he strikes out, luck is not on his side, then again whenever is it on his side? Blast off lands a solid hit, smoke billowing from a wound in Goth's armor and frame, and the readouts on Dustoff's screen would drop considerably. Goth would let out a snarl and bank hard as he dropped in altitude, attempting to get under the shuttle.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar reaches into a subspace compartment and retrieves an ener-bar. Great for keeping one's energon levels up after a long day of patrols, research and development, and training. Chomp chomp chomp. Deeelicious! The spacer looks on as Onslaught is struck by Brawl's cannons, and grins as the blow is traded by a successful disruptor blast. "Gotta' love watchin' the big mechs trade shot for shot," he muses to himself, grinning from audial to audial. Red optics shift their focus then when Goth recovers from Blast Off's strike and attempts to claw at the Spacer with his acid slash. "Ooof... If you're gonna go hard, go \*hard\* Bats!" he couldn't help shouting. Having fought Goth dozens of times now he could tell when the mechabat was going all out, and when he was holding back- even if it's just a smidge.

**Blast Off has posed:**
The space shuttle is still too fast for the mechabat and now Blast Off is growing in confidence, doing a full roll as he arcs around the arena. "<< Tsk, not quite fast enough. Now... to see if you're fast enough- to \*dodge\*! >>" And again, he sends a strafing round of laserfire the bat's way, while warming up his orbital X-ray laser for an even bigger punch.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle is of course still spectating, and when he sees Darkstar munch an ener-bar, he realizes he has a few of these stowed in subspace and reaches for one, unwrapping it and languidly chewing on it. "You're doin' great, bros," he says encouragingly.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl rumbles as the disruptor impacts saying, "Yow, haha. Just like exercises back on Combatron." He slows down a bit as he turns his treads back towards Onslaught. Taking aim once more he fires off a laser round from his main gun, "Lets keep it going!"

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar chortles, and even chokes a bit on the enerbar while watching Blast Off strike home with a laser blast. A moment of recovery later he was clearing his tubes with an audible 'ah-hem' before slow clapping for the Combaticon Lieutenant. "Nicely done... Very nicely done. When fighting a swift spacer you've got to throw caution to the wind, else you're gonna be chowin' down on a mouthful of laser beam!" Another bite of enerbar, and the space-alt's amusement continued as he watched the dance of destroyers.

    Brawl gains Darkstar's focus as he looses a laser beam toward the Combaticon Commander. "Uh oh... Big Bad Brawl isn't playin' around! \*That's\* what I'm talkin' about... No need for much caution when you're built like a \*tank\*!"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught takes another hard hit from Brawl, this one leaving him rocking on his wheels. "You're on, ner'vod'ika!" he says, using a term for 'little brother' he's picked up somewhere. His usual posh accent has slipped just a bit. "Keep it goin' an' turn up the heat, hah?" He levels his cannons in Brawl's direction and fires.

**Goth has posed:**
     And another strike! and another hit! Smoke goes billowing and the health readouts on drop further. Goth is not very fast, the lumbering bat's mass is definitely a issue for him, even if he was smaller, and even lighter, then most of his frame type. Goth couldn't help but roll his optics at at Darkstar's... Heckling? Cheering? and Advice? He wasn't sure what to make of it, but was the other spacer actually rooting for him? It was something to wonder later, as he let out another pained snarl.

      Goth would note one of his alarms going off, time to change tactics... With a burst of speed, the Eukarian goes barraling at Blast Off, aiming for one of those exposed Energon lines.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar roars with enthusiasm when Onslaught makes contact with his photon missiles, the spacer beating his chest like a wild beast. "That's the \*boom\*! Ready or not, it came anyway- ah-hahahah!" While this wasn't quite as high stakes as the fights he'd become accustomed to as a member of the Dead End Fight Club the use of weaponry was something that would always give these training sessions a bit more flavor then the aforementioned bouts.

    "\*Much\* better, Bats! \*Much\*! Know thy enemy, and the battle becomes so much more than mere fighting..."

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle winces as he watches Blast Off get bitten. "That's gotta hurt," he says, still slowly munching his enerbar. He looks over at Brawl and Onslaught. "Oooh, quite a matchup. I'm not sure who's going to win this one."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off notices Darkstar down there clapping for him and conducts another roll just for show. Then a second one for Swindle. "<< Indeed, the first challenge of fighting someone like me is simply \*catching up\*... >>" He starts doing another roll just to show off- and apparently he's let himself get too caught up in his ego. Which is when it's often bruised. "<< Argh!! >>" He feels a form thunking into him, then the sting of fangs along an energon line. With a rumbling \*huff\* the shuttle pitches upward suddenly, keen to knock the bat off himself, while aiming his orbital X-ray laser at the medic. Then he fires a full blast at point blank range, likely filling Goth's vision with vivid blue light before the KABOOM. "<< Get OFF! >>"

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl is barreling straight for Onslaught, "IF THATS WHAT YA WANT!?" Course he knew charge gets interrupted as the impact from the missiles sends him flipping. Emitting a rumble he transforms back to bot mode, "O...k that was a good one." Slowly getting up he braces himself before pulling out his gun. The tankmech tries not to stumble as he fires off a few rounds from his electron gun.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar grins as he overhears Swindle's musing, his head tilting slightly into the combaticon spectator's direction. "I had to bet... I'd say this one's goin' to Brawl unless somethin' very unexpected happens. He's got the armor advantage, and his firepower is massive. The Major is an impressive fighter, no doubt... But he's more of the tactician than Brawl. \*That\* mech..." he points at Brawl. "...He's built for one thing and one thing only. Combat."

    The Orbital Bombadment strike is one that Darkstar knows very well. He'd been hit by two of them the last time that he and Blast Off had squared off in the training room. Certainly nothing to scoff at, so Darkstar did no such thing when Goth took the hit full on. "Good call takin' down his energon with that bite, Bats... Pretty sure it would've been worse if ya' didn't!" the spacer chortles. The Electron Gun was something he hadn't seen before, but it was certainly impressive to watch even if Brawl was one of the most sturdy mechs of his size on Cybertron.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught laughs, a big, booming, laugh as Brawl transforms. "BRING IT!" he bellows back, almost as loud as his teammate. And then Brawl does indeed bring it. It is thoroughly brought. Brought so well and so hard that Onslaught is momentarily dazed by the force of the attack. "Awww, slag me!" he says. "Kandosii, you slagger, but I'm not out yet!" He can feel that his firepower is down for the moment, so Onslaught sends all his energy to his wheels and charges forward, attempting to ram Brawl.

 And, in doing so, Onslaught forgets, for the third time, that ramming your opponent also does damage to \*you\*. Onslaught is not the brightest bulb on the display unit at times...

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gets slammed into the ground, hard, enough that it not only sets of his danger alarms, which also start going off on the readout monitor, but he also ends up coughing up some of that energon he'd siphoned off from Blast Off... He goes clattering to the ground and in his rolling, transforms into his robot mode of all things! and lobs one of his injector drones at Blast off as hard as he could.

      "Tsk! Why do you think I do things such as go after Sky Lynx or Grimlock's energon lines?! Without fuel to fuel their strength they cannot do as much damage to the rest of you!" He'd explain, voicing some if his own taticion skills, in battle no less! Ether he was getting better at battle multitasking, or he'd just lost focus.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off wheezes as he realizes just how much energon the bat has drained. Frag. Feeling that loss now, the shuttleformer follows after the bat, veering off to the right to evade the drone (at least that! Whew.) and then transforming on the battlefield to catch his second wind. Panting some, he turns to watch Brawl get slammed into by Onslaught- then winces at the damage they both seem to have. Oops. He's sure Onslaught meant to do that, though, of course he did! There's some brilliant tactican reason that will be revealed any minute now, yes!

Alas, he doesn't have much time to dwell on it- or Onslaught's strange nicknames over there. Looking back at Goth, he vents. "Not bad. Certainly, I'm not complaining, medic. But you \*wanted\* a fight..." He raises his ionic blaster for a short burst the bat's way.

**Brawl has posed:**
"We'll see whose outta it!", Brawl braces himself as Onslaught comes straight at him but is still slammed into by his commander. His engine rumbles a bit as his optics remain s focused on the his brother as he moves.

 His mindset back to full on gladiator mode as he tries to take advantage of hs combatibro being close. Not caring if it may also hurt him as he raises both arms aiming to attempt to slam them both down onto the truck.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Not every gamble pays off... But when your aft is against the wall a good \*ram\* is just what the Medchanic ordered," Darkstar notes as he sees Onslaught slam into Brawl.

    "Inattention is the warrior's greatest foe next to complacence. Focus entirely on your target, and he \*will\* be easier to strike down!" Darkstar calls out after Goth's drone misses the mark. He still hadn't seen what that attack was capable of, and the spacer shook his head a bit disappointed that he would have to wait a bit longer to do so.

    "Built for combat..." Darkstar offers quietly to himself as he sees Brawl dive in and bring his arms down onto the Missile Trailer.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught did not mean to end up unconscious, even simulated unconscious. And yet, here he is! Brawl's blows hit him hard enough that Onslaught's only response is a "WHUFFF!" of epic proportions. He stays in missile trailer form, rocking on his wheels and swearing in several languages -- including one which may be composed entirely of flashes his headlights on and off in binary-type patterns.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth misses, and he curses, and once more is struck! but he's not down yet! He'd whirl the second one of the spider-like injetor drones he carried, at Blast Off and scoffed at being called a medic. "I'm a scientist, and that I did, and do." He'd state cooly, despite his own mounting anxiety to attempt to escape Blast Off, he needed to finish this fight to the end!

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar barks a laugh as Goth's next attempt to strike Blast Off with a drone goes wide. "Sometimes it just ain't in the cyber-cards..." he notes aloud, well aware that the mechabat was probably feeling a great deal of anxiety that his sideline observing wasn't helping one bit. "Next time... \*Start\* goin' bearrings out, and you'll see a \*whole\* different outcome." See, he still had some good advice for the Beastformer in spite of the laughter.

    "Major... Pretty well fought I'd say. Brawl's more beast than mech after all," the spacer chortles.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off nods to Goth. "Very well, scientist then." He states politely, certainly not aiming to truly raise the ire of a medic. Who he counts on to function after most battles. \*ahem\* Still, Blast Off is a Combaticon, and is certainly eager to impress Onslaught- oh dear. The shuttleformer glances over as the stream of curses and light code hits.

"Onslaught!" He takes a few steps towards his commander, hesitates, and that's when Goth sends the drones again. Fortunately, he catches it in the corner of his optic and leaps quickly to the side, conducting a roll before getting back on his feet.... and then resting. He stands there, venting for air, and watching Goth carefully while giving Darkstar a bit of a sour look.

**Brawl has posed:**
"Oh yeah, that was a fight!," Brawl yells out raising both arms. He looks up and around like he's back at the Power Base and hearing the crowds. Finally stopping he looks down at his commander as he's swearing all over the place and tilts his head saying, "Uh did I really hid da Boss dat hard." The tankmech waits to see if he transforms back before offering a hand up.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught transforms, and reaches out to take Brawl's hand. 'Yes, you did indeed hit the boss that hard," he says, optics glowing brightly, an amused tone in his voice. If he were Vortex, he'd likely be giggling but, fortunately, Onslaught does not giggle. \*EVER\* -- if you thought you heard him giggle, you were mistaken. "Several times, in fact. Good job, I appreciate the workout! Hope I gave close to as good as what I got?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would start cursing, LOUDLY in Eukarian as he misses! "I did." Then again Darkstar had not been here since the start, so he'd not known that... Though Blast Off wasn't the only one annoyed. Goth would transform once more and lunge after Blast Off, his alarms still going off loudly.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle appears to be napping now, slumped in his seat, optics darkened a bit. Maybe the enerwine got to his systems. Maybe one of the others want to startle him for the lols?

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Awww... Wha'd I say?" Darkstar asks as he looks to Blast Off, not really desiring an actual response as the spacer smirks to the other. "He'll be fine, Brawl," the space-alt assures the big green brute after Onslaught gives his most brutish subordinate due praise. "Just a little lovetap." Finishing off the rest of his enerbar, Darkstar tossed the wrapper into the same recycler as before before dusting off his hands. "You got any free time comin' up... I've got somethin' \*fun\* I'd like ta' show you." Goth knew exactly what he was talking about, as did Onslaught and Swindle- the spacer's optics and words focused on the Tank-Bot.

    When Goth goes for the energon lines again, Darkstar's attention whips back to the mechabat and the spacer. That was truly an amusing sight, one that has him chuckling again. "What was I sayin' about the warrior's greatest foe, eh?"

**Blast Off has posed:**
Goth's draining attacks are indeed becoming an issue for Blast Off, and this time he doesn't have the energy to get out of the way before there's a mechabat on him. The shuttleformer huffs loudly and staggers back, trying to fend the medic off, optics glowing a little bit more pale than usual. "Get...get OFF!" He doesn't like the up close stuff, obviously. (Unless it's Onslaught, \*cough\*) He tries kicking out from under Goth and raises his blaster to shoot another weak burst at the bat, huffing at Goth and just /grumbling/ at Darkstar over there.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl nods as he helps Ons up saying, "Yeah ya gave me a workout. Felt good." He chuckles a bit before heading to where the drinks are and grabs his flask. Raising it up he starts to down the much needed energy.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught claps Brawl on the back after he's pulled to his feet. "Same, same," he says, following Brawl over to where the drinks are. He pours himself a full flask, selecting something a bit stronger this time around. He looks up to watch Blast Off and Goth, nodding as he watches Blast Off's response to Goth's attack. "Good show!" he yells, trying to be encouraging and not \*that\* commander, you know the one. The one who blathers at his crew while they train, needlessly distracting them at crucial moments.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth strikes! and is struck in turn, and somehow, he's still not down, and he'd pant, energon seeping from his own wounds. "Then pay attention!" He'd spat. "Had that been Dustoff, I'd taken the optics out of who was on me /immediately./" He'd state cryptically, going once more for the lines.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar shakes his head as he sees Goth's attempt at biting into Blast Off's fuel lines miss their mark, and again he tilts his head toward Swindle without taking his optics off of the match. "Still anxious it looks like... 'Least the Bat Bot learned the lesson about payin' attention," he snerks, while himself not realizing that Swindle is pretty much unconscious.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle is still oblivious, and now a slight snore is coming from his vocalizer. That must have been some great enerwine. Too bad he's missing the rest of Blast Off's match.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off is dead tired and has little left to give at this moment... and then Onslaught cheers him on. The shuttleformer is immediately glancing over that way, standing a bit straighter and taller. He gives his Commander a nod and turns- just in time to hear Goth speak. The shuttleformer steps back, vents heaving and optics flashing. "Oh, I \*am\* paying attention!" This time, when the bat lunges for him he musters enbergy out of who-knows-where (probably because Ons is watching) and huffs. "And it's time for me to return to my element." With that, he transforms and rockets upwards.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl finishes his flask before stretching and sitting down, "Keep it up Blast ya got this." Glancing at Swindle he ponders a bit but shrugs, "Think I'm gonna rest too. Though temptin' to wake him up." The tankmech leans back half asleep.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught reaches over and grabs an empty flask. "...think I could hit him from here?" he asks, chuckling as he tosses the flask and catches it in midair.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex comes back from wherever Vortex was. He sees Swindle sleeping and his optics glow brightly and he chuckles. He brings out a marker from subspace and starts to make masterpiece, filthy dootle on his forehead , snickering to himself.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would wipe energon from his jaw that was his own and followed after Blast off into the air, by violently launching himself off of the drone, lunged after the shuttle, once more going for the energonlines.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar just watched as Vortex began the hunt... The marker, the combaticon's weapon of choice for this particular safari. The target? Another of his kin, the sturdy and opportunistic Swindle. Typically among the more elusive prey bots, the Swindle was known to be at its most vulnerable when sleeping out in the open while laser blasts and explosions abound. Crossing his arms over his chest again, Darkstar lifted his chin slightly while the Heli-Bot went to work...

But wait! There's more!

    The bout between Goth and Blast Off had yet to conclude, and the mechabat was on the offense yet again. Never say die...just wait until it actually happens. That was Goth's motto, and it typically served him well-- at least as far as gaining Darkstar's respect was concerned. "Heheheh. Yeah..."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off nearly wheezes with effort, not having much fuel left... but air is the shuttle's natural element. He can... think better here. Determined to make Onslaught proud, the spacecraft rolls hard as the bat tries to find a grip again, managing to keep him from gaining a tooth hold... "<< And you- made a mistake, my good scientist. >>" He suddenly shifts his course entirely, turning from flight to fight -to try crushing his attacker against the walls of the training room.

**Goth has posed:**
     And Goth does get slammed into the wall! pretty hard, enough that an actual spark comes off of him, and the readout monitor mentions for Medical to be called. Goth goes offline and ends up falling to the ground.. But after a moment, the phantom damage starts coming undone, and Goth groans out.

      "...Mph.. that.. went not as expected.. But still decent." He'd mumble to himself, as he panted, upon getting up.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex 's empty rotor assembly spins, as he giggles to himself. He's oblivious to the battle, painting his artwork on his brother's face. He looks up "Goth did pretty good. I mean Blast Off's the champion right?" he says softly. "Shh. Dont move swindle. You'll disturb the Prime leaning over your nose."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught cheers as Blast Off knocks Goth out. "Bravo!" he says, raising a fist in salute. "That's how you do it, Blast Off! Goth, excellent work! Very good!" He turns back to the snack table/bench and searches among the bottles for a vintage he knows Blast Off prefers and pours him a flask for when Blast Off comes off the field. And, oooh, there \*is\* a bag of Cobalt Crunchies! Yum!!

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off careens downward after successfully finishing his opponent, drawing a few of his own sparks as his wingtips scrape along the edge, but he then course corrects and lands inside the ring. Whew. Transforming, he wipes at his forehead, still drained, and spots Onslaught offering him some wine. With a now lighter step all of a sudden, he approaches and accepts the flask, taking a big swallow before restting himself. "Thank you, Sir, you've trained us well." He looks down and then adds, "Heh...Onslaught." Looking back to Goth, he gives the mech a nod. "That was... invigorating, thank you." To Darkstar... well, he continues giving the mech a slightly haughty, sour look. Hurrumph.

**Darkstar has posed:**
CLAP.

CLAP.

CLAP.

    Darkstar was giving his approval of the combat session, each joining of hands spaced out enough for emphasis without too much enthusiasm. "Nice, nice... Blast Off," he says, actually using the combaticon's name properly rather than one of many nicknames he's grown accustomed to using instead. "You should come an' chat with me in the barracks later. I got somethin' you might be interested in... Could help ya' quite a bit with your hand to hand proficiency." A mock-salute is offered to the Lieutenant, and Darkstar peered once more at Vortex's artwork.

    "How 'bout we all agree right now not to say anything to Swindle when he wakes up about his new face? These things are always \*much\* more satisfying when they last for days..." the spacer laughs, as he turns and starts to make his way for the exit. "Not bad, mechs. \*More\* of this..."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught chuckles and reaches out to clasp Blast Off by the shoulder. "Indeed," he says. "It helps having teammates who have an aptitude for this sort of thing." He chuckles at Darkstar. "I'm not entirely opposed to that idea. After all, it's a risky proposition to fall asleep in a training room."

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle surprisingly, doesn't wake up. He's still out cold, passed out. Though if he were awake he'd probably want some of those cobalt crunchies.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would start coughing out a few times, and looked over to those who were actually praising him, blinking confused, and remaining quiet, blinking, normally he only gets that from Darkstar, and it's normally very snarky, which made it hard to determine if he was being genuine, but right now he seemed... Confused.

      He'd stand up straight and brush himself off, flinching at that lingering damage, a spark coming off. "Well I... Have been trained well, and Dustoff has helped me out quite a lot." Goth, praising Darkstar? Someone check outside, there must be a blue moon!

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off eyes Darkstar as the mech claps, though his mention of something for hand to hand combat causes the shuttle to tilt his head slightly. Well shoot, now Darkstar \*does\* have his attention. "I... suppose. When I have \*time\*." He wouldn't want to sound too eager, after all. However, he looks up as Onslaught places his hand on his shoulder and seems to beam, leaning in slightly towards his Commander. He looks nonplussed about Darkstar's idea regarding Swindle (how juvenile!) but since Onslaught gave it his blessing he'll let it go. He does still \*tsk\* audibly at the idea, however. He listens to Goth and nods. "And all this training shall serve us well in the battlefield. I'll certainly give it to you that that ...draining attack was quite a... challenge. A lesser fighter would be hard pressed to triumph over such devastation."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught considers. "I wouldn't mind sparring against you too, Goth," he says. "That attack of yours does seem formidable." As Blast Off leans into him, Onslaught drapes an arm around the shuttle's shoulders. His body language suggests he's probably been watching instructional videos on how to make the move seem casual. "In fact, I'd wager it can be worse than a well-placed shot."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nodded. "Fairly, had I actually landed my strike with my claws, you'd also been in trouble." He'd glance over to one of the training drones, and took a swing at it, the metal starting to boil and dissolve out form the original strike zone, clearly, Goth had put that acid Darkstar had brought, to go use, at least a little bit of it.

      He'd look over to Onslaught and nodded. "I'd not be opposed, I'm still learning how to properly applicate these strategically..." He'd tilt his head in thought, and glance back to Onslaught and Blast Off. "As I do with my draining abilities." He'd nod. "It also restores my own reserves." Like a true vampire.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Both the shuttleformer's optic ridges raise up as Onslaught performs that 'casual' move of his, causing him to look up in surprise- and delight. He stifles a soft chuckle at the not-quite-graceful move- it... kind of reminds him of the instructional videos HE has watched in the past himself \*cough\*. Blast Off glances towards the others, suddenly self-conscious, but the ones here don't seem the sort to mind so... aw smelt with it. He leans into the touch, quite content now, rumbling his engines softly for a brief moment in a shuttlepurr.

To Goth, he nods again. "It does sound... useful." He watches the bat obliterate the drone and leans in a little more towards Onslaught, suddenly thinking of that nice polish Tex owes him, too.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex continues to draw, making sure he gets every detail right, the shading the color on the very filthy whatever it is hes drawing on Swindle's face. As Farkstar compliments him he says "Shh. The master is at work." he giggles soflty. "I think I'm done." he stands away and kisses his hand, looking over his work proudly. "Wish it could be framed."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught stands tall and straight, perhaps a bit awkwardly, with his arm around Blast Off's shoulders. Yep, he's definitely following the protocols and procedures he's recently learned to the letter. He glances over at Vortex, his optics flaring almost white when he sees what it is the rotory has drawn on Swindle's face. "...Vortex, did you use a \*permanent\* marker for that?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Of course." he looks to Onslaught. "What do you think I am some sort of animal? Its beautiful isnt it?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's optics settled into a half-shuttered position as he looked at Blast Off and Onslaught, gods they were so apparent it hurt, so much for keeping it secret. He'd just give Vortex a slight look, just placing a hand over his face as he heard what the rotary said and /seeing/ what he had drawn.

      "Right, well whenever your ready." He'd state, rolling his pauldrons.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off is just delighted to see that Onslaught is trying to learn this 'romance' stuff. Between Onslaught's instructional videos and Blast Off's romance novels, they will SURELY have a great shot at realistically pursuing a relationship! Yes! His hand does come to sort of facepalm on his faceplate at Tex's 'artistry', but he's far too content where he is right now to complain. He's blissfully unaware of Goth's observations.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught thinks he's being subtle. He really, really does. Then again, he thinks his plans will survive first contact with the enemy so...yeah, there's that. He is also likewise oblivious to Goth's thoughts.

"I...I don't know much about art, Vortex," he says. "So, I wouldn't necessarily call that \*beautiful\* though it does appear to be technically accurate. Almost terrifyingly so."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Oh its very accurate. Though I might need some examples..." he snickers. "Naa, Im just about done. I always put effort and detail into my work. I know this is something you approve of, Onslaught." he nods.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth just... let out a chuckle, relaxing some there. He'd glance once more to the drone, and backed up, transformed, and lobbed one of those spider drones at it, particularly worried that it wasn't just his aim that was the problem.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off decides he's just not going to LOOK at that abomination Vortex has drawn, instead choosing to dwell on standing here with Onslaught holding him close. The more Tex speaks of accuracy and needing more 'examples' the more the shuttle looks keen to pretend he does NOT know this mech.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex tilts his head at Blast Off and Onslaught. "So ...does everyone know you're..." he makes a short whistle points to swindle's face.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught hrumphs, optics flushing brightly again. 'I approve of putting effort and detail into one's work, yes," he says. '...my feelings about your...choice of subject are a different matter entirely." Gonna be seeing those in his nightmares. Good thing he's not ever going to be stuck in a prolonged state of suspended animation for any reason whatsoever.

Onslaught can't stop staring at the...cthonic horror Vortex has committed on Swindle's face. Until Vortex says \*that\*. "V-OR-TEX!" he says, extending Vortex's name to three sylables. "We may be pursuing a romantic relationship but we are certainly not doing anything like that abomination of a drawing!"

 And, then Onslaught realizes what he's said. Out loud. In public. At volume. "...bugger..." He pauses, optics going dark as he takes a moment to collect himself and pull Blast Off in closer, turning his casual gesture into a side-by-side hug. "I mean to say, no...Blast Off and I's relationship was not public knowledge...until now."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex looks completely shocked. "Oh sweet Primus. I didnt mean to. .... I got carried away, Boss. I shoudlnt have said anything." the rotory shakes a bit. "It..it was a joke right it wasnt serious.."

**Goth has posed:**
     The drone strikes, and injects the strangy sludgy green solution that was say in a see through, rounded tank that was propped up on it, causing damage to the combat-dummy Goth had throw it at, and he'd merely nod, before looking over to see Vortex do /THAT/ and he has to put do everything in his power to not laugh... So much so that there is actually some fluid well at his optics from trying not to laugh.

      "..Know if you wish to keep such secret, your going to need to work on your form a bit more." Goth would state with a chuckle. "Relax, I can cut the video footage, that matter." He'd add with a wave of his hand, still trying hard not to break into a full on laugh, his voice carried after all!

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off finds himself smirking some under the faceplate as Onslaught comments on Tex's... artistry. A chuckle or two escapes the mech, then suddenly cuts short at Vortex's question. He gives the rotary a baleful glare like- are YOU KIDDING? SHUSHHH- but then Onslaught answers the question ...well in a way he was NOT expecting. He winces in surprise, looking up at the Combaticon leader with wide, shocked optics, and a definite blush to his cheeks for a moment as he just about wants to go hide now after- after THAT imagery. And yet- he's also pulled closer and.... again, though there's a sputtering huff from the shuttleformer he's not sure what to say. But then again... if Onslaught's not hiding the relationship, maybe... it's not like a- a shameful secret or anything.

He blinks, then looks to Goth, gawping. He blinks at the bat's comments too, then mulls that over before looking up at Onslaught again- and placing a hand up to hold the arm that holds him. "Whatever... is best for the team," he offers, glancing between the two. Make that three.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught doesn't cease hugging Blast Off. Admittedly, it's still a side hug and about as romantic as diluted energon but there is a kind of anxious defiance in Onslaught's stance -- and then Goth laughs at him. The fact that the laugh is a chuckle and not mocking in the least, deflates some of Onslaught's anxiety. "..yes, well, I suppose so," he says, glancing over at Blast Off. "...tell me, honestly, was I the only one who \*didn't\* know?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex looks at his feet ashamed. "Shoudlnt have done that..." he says. "But um. Im glad you guys are ready to.. um.." he backs to his area again "Im gonna stand over here." he says awkwardly. "This is what happens when I dont fly."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckles once more at Onslaughts question, transforming back to his Bat-alt mode as he makes his way to the arena consol. "Well, I don't mean for this to come off rude, but Blast off is more apparent then Darkstar's ego, and you, sir, are more oblivious then overcharged bot trying to walk home." He'd chuckle.

      "..Then again, I may be more aware than most, due to having once had a Conjunx Endura myself, once upon a time." He'd smile, and turn around once at the consol. "So, wish the video edited?"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught grunts. 'Indeed,' he says, albeit with a certain level of affection. "Goth, as soon as Vortex's request for new rotors is processed, would you be able to reinstall them? Or would Dustoff be more suited for that?"

Onslaught looks at Blast Off. "...what do you think?" he asks. "It's not, perhaps, how we might have wished for the news to be broken but...if it has to come out, better it be out and known than we run the risk of someone thinking they can use this as a weapon against us. Or the team."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Diluted energon romance is still /far/ more romance than Blast Off had ever expected, so he's quite content with the side hug. In fact, he's not sure he's \*ready\* to be all super-snuggly lovey-dovey in public. He's been just... a standoffish, refined gentlemech for so long, you know? As Onslaught turns to him and asks him THAT, Blast Off finds himself starting to grin. He bites his lower lip and looks down awkwardly, then glances to Goth and Vortex. Then Goth answers and... he looks back up at Onslaught, a wry, sort of bemused expression to him. "...Yeah."

He listens to Onslaught and nods, giving his arm a squeeze. "It's not... perfect, but I think you're right. Secrets are..." He pauses slightly, like speaking from experience of secrets still held \*cough\* Swivel and Sky Lynx \*cough\*, "Secrets can gnaw away at your circuitry over time....and yes, be used against you."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is silent for a really really really long time. "awww-kward." He says. "Lets get drunk ok?" He bounces on his heels, trying to change the subject. "Or find somethign to clean swindle's face. Who wants to scrub swindle? wait. Thats awkward too. Drink!"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods and leans over, tapping his forehead against the side of Blast Off's helm. "Don't edit the video," he says to Goth. "We'll face this like we do any obstacle: together." Possibly under fire, literal or figurative (or both) but together nonetheless. What's the worst that could happen?

"You drew it, you clean it off," he says to Vortex. "Plus, you still owe Blast Off a polish for vomiting on him the other night."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex shuffles out of the room, only to return a few moments later with a bucket of industrial solvent and a scrub brush "Okay. Line thm up... I'll do Swindle first then Blast Off." oh dear.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle is having such a nice dream right now. Be a shame if someone interrupted it...

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex then starts to scrub Swindle's face, if he's not stopped. He singsongs to himself while he does so. "Scrub a dub dub, get the \*Beep\* of his face. Scrub a dub dub get the awwwkward out of the air. Scrub a dub dub, Vortex makes bad decisions.."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught sighs. 'IF I had a shanix for every time I've heard that song," he murmurs. "...we'd own our own moon by now..."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off happily leans forward on his purple rocket tippytoes to meet Onslaught for that helm nuzzle, grinning broadly under his faceplate. At this moment, nothing much else matters to him. Because- "Yes, together." His engines purr softly again, then he sets himself back solidly on his pedes. He gazes fondly at Swindle and Vortex, Brawl too if he's around. "All of us." Combaticons will win in the end, just you watch!

He does give Vortex a dubious look and raises an index finger to wave it at him. "Oh no, no, no. You are NOT scrubbing me with some solvent you just picked up out of the closet. No. You're doing it in \*style\*, with carefully screened and selected polishes and cleansers of \*my\* choosing."

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle dreams he's....shaving? But he doesn't have a beard...does he? It feels so real, almost like something's coming off his face or scraping it or something. Then his optics light back up and he sees Vortex bent over him, scrubbing his face. He's startled and flails. "Vortex, what the slag are you doing?!"

**Goth has posed:**
     "Should be simple enough." Goth would state as he leans on the consol with his arms crossed, nodding Onslaughts attempt to side step the subject, and merely nodded again once he was told not to. "Alright then." He'd grin as he made his way for the door.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex at least scrubs gently as he cleans Swindle's face. Hes being nice about it for once. "Yes, your majesty." He says to Blast Off. "When I do it, I will do it according to your specifications , with the products you prefer and not on the training room floor." he snickers. He sees Swindle flailing "Hold still. Darkstar drew something on your face."

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle ughs and holds still as he regains his conscious faculties. "Oh, did he, now?" Swindle says, probably doing the equivalent of Press X to Doubt. "What exactly is on there? Mirror! Mirror!"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught hrumphs. "Indeed," he says to Goth. 'Though, you might ask Swindle if he'd like video evidence of Vortex's art work removed from the record." He snorts as Vortex shifts the blame for his shenanigans to Darkstar. "I don't htink you want to see it, Swindle," he says. 'The solvent is making the pattern more obscene, somehow. Don't you agree, Blast Off?" He keeps his arm around Blast Off, dropping his grip frm the shuttleformer's shoulders to about his mid-back. "It looks positively...organic." Shudder.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off smirks as Vortex sasses him, more bemused by all this than anything, now. He just leans his head forward and lifts his hand to wave it grandly at the rotary, "Excellent!" Then he winces a little as Swindle shouts, and looks up at Onslaught. "...Yes." He stifles a laugh. "I don't think you would \*want\* to know, Swindle, like he said. Just... be glad it's going away." Ahem. "It's almost... abstract now, don't you think? I wonder if that would ever be considered fine art?" As Onslaught shifts his arm, Blast Off leans in towards him, feeling rather content with the status quo.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught shrugs, a bit lopsidedly. "Wouldn't know," he says. 'That's not my area -- though, I'm certain in certain niche markets it might be worth something..."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex looks at his work as he cleans it off. "Gotta admit, it was pretty good. I think. I found my special talent, guys. I'm an Outlier or something. My talent is in drawing \*beep\*."

**Swindle has posed:**
"FINE Art? Someone take a picture NOW so I can sell it!" Swindle shouts compulsively.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pats his brother on the shoulder. "Swindle, I respect you. You know that right? Your lack of dignity or sense of decency. Its...impressive. I mean. Wow."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught chuckles. 'You can probably get stills off the video feeds," he says. "Or, simply start wearing a facemask and sleep around Vortex. at unexpdcted times." He snorts at Vortex. "Indeed. It's practically your outlier talent, Swindle."