1109/Mangled

Cast of Characters: | Phantom, Onslaught, Vortex, Dustoff, Goth, Darkstar, 135

**Dustoff has posed:**
Well, the call over the comms had been that things were bad, so Dustoff was there. Waiting and ready with the usual supplies prepped for use. Why wouldn't he? Of course, since waiting is boring, he is leaning back, sipping on his drink in anticipation of the...well, probably rushed arrival from the field.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would be quickly rolled in and it wasn't pretty in the slightest, likely a good thing he was unconscious at the moment.... Fire had been put out but there was still smoke, and his platting, or what was left of it, was still very hot to the touch, energon and other internal fluids had been bleeding out of his wounds which where, well, there was a very deep gash along his chassis and side where Hammerstrike's alt-mode had knocked the bat from the sky in his alt-mode and tore off most of his armor.

      Looks like Right after that is when he'd been ignited by Prowl, given all the fire and melt damage done to his internals, looked like some things had been broken right after, but had melted together from the heat after he'd transformed into his Root-mode.. That's another thing, there is a serious amount of impact damage to his chassis and back, one of his arm's wing plating was completely shattered with a number of servos.

      One of those that helped in retrieving Goth doesn't want to look right at Dustoff, fact he's looking disgruntled and not wanting to state what was the bats status, then again looking at the datapad with the necessary information would likely reveal why if Dustoff didn't question the medic.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot is silent as he follows the team he handed Goth to. Looking at the mech he is also fairly damaged but remains standing. Armor scorched from the phosphex and explosions dealt to him. Infact he made sure none of the grunts that witnessed it were not to mention one source of damage. ?r
 Finding a seat he dos not move to a berth as theres a higher priority case laying there, "Didn't plan on bringing back a soldier in this condition. Blasted bots went hard when he was sighted."

**Dustoff has posed:**
There probably doesn't even need to be a glance at the datapad to tell the Bat's status, and Dustoff is fine not even bothering to attempt to solicit a look from the mechs helping to bring Goth in. Nope, he just...takes stock of the damage, looking calm, for the most part, but perhaps even...detached. It's an exercised demeanor from working in this particular field for a long time, it seems.

He drains what's left of his drink and sighs, setting the empty thing down with a solid thunk before moving over to start working straight-away, running the enerdrip and reserve lines where they need and shutting off the severed lines to simply make a good effort at eliminating the energon loss that's going on. Briefly, a glance is given to Sixshot... but only briefly. Triage stipulates he just leave the mech as-is for now.

"It happens." He pauses in thought, but whatever that particular thought is he simply leaves unspoken and a mystery before continuing his task. "Ain't th' ...worst he's been in, or that I've had t' work with, but prolly close..."

**Goth has posed:**
     This was definitely up on Goth's list of most terrible injuries, Sonic canyons seemed to really have it out for him whenever he went out there... Still though, the dognostics would likely also come back with a number of critical damaged areas, going down to his spark casing form were the broken armor had not been able to protect him from the direct phosphex grenade blast, that and his spark signal is pretty low on the monitors.

      The Medic crosses his arms and grumble, and vents out hearing Dustoff. "Flatlined on us twice out there." He'd state before walking back out of the medical bay to allow the proper professionals to do their work.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods as he listens to Dustoff, staying out of the CMO's way. He glances to the other medics then back to the operating table. Unsure whether to reply he simply pulls a flask from subspace, a small part of his faceplate opening before he takes a drink. For now focusing on least filling a bit of his own energon go give the fission cell inside a jumpstart into recharge.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff just waves the medic off. "If it ain't gonna help don't say it." He continues his work. Really, at this point, it's just cleaning up the mess so that things can be properly worked on without tripping over fractured armor, splinters of metal, or other such things, leaving the auxiliary systems of the medbay to pick up the slack as more critical components are either deactivated or removed.

"They still in th' Canyons?" He steps back to sort of gather his thoughts and take stock of everything that's been exposed and observed so far. "An' if they're still there...how hard'd we hit 'em?"

**Goth has posed:**
     The medical bays auxiliary systems do help in stabilizing him, taking strain off of his already struggling systems. there's a twitch from Goth's index claw, but not much else movement or signs of him waking up yet, luckly, remaining still but he does start mumbling incoherently.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"If there had been a high chance of their reinforcements not coming in, could taken the Canyons. The defenses were close enough to collapsing.", Sixshot says before taking another drink, "But had to fall back to ensure no other potential losses and to recover what we could."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff grunts. "Fine... Prowl an' who else were there?" He checks the readouts to make sure things are stabilizing and... good. Progress. Right. He ventures over to the nearest supply bin to pull out a tray of parts, heading back over to start working on replacing the crushed, beaten, and otherwise broken things.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth keeps mumbling as Dustoff works, eventually going quiet once more, his vitals would fluctuate from time to time before they stabilized out, it become less and less frequent as Dustoff starts repairing and replacing things, his claws twitching again, but thankfully(?) Dustoff wasn't going to need to worry about him learching upwards suddenly, not till at least the busted servos where replaced.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot pulls a datapad from subspace and brings up video from the battle. Looking up to Dustoff he says, "Prowl was confirmed along with Hyperdrive by Goth. There was a larger mech currently unidentified." He shows a picture of Hammerstrike on the datapad, "Was going to check base records unless you recognize them?"

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff takes the datapad and looks at it, studying the mechs recorded there more than anything before he hands it back, probably with an energon-laced handprint on it to boot. "I'll keep an eye out for 'em. Next time ya get a chance...bring me th' live ones. Don't care how far up th' food chain they are, I want t' work on 'em..."

He goes back to said work, again still replacing things as he goes. "If ya gotta...lie to 'em an' tell 'em we're only gonna help 'em out so we got functional prisoners..." There's something cold in the tone of voice he's using that hints the treatment given to any Autobot 'prisoners' brought in will be far from careful.

**Goth has posed:**
     There's an eventually wheezing cough form Goth as something kicks online with a static filled pop, his optics don't come back on though, but there is a groan of pain from him. "Wh...ere..?" He sounds very disoriented, his voice box hitching as he struggles out the question.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot takes note of the handprint but doesn't comment. So far Dustoff is gaining the sixchangers respect from his words. But still wants to see the medic in action other than repairs. Nodding he says, "I'll do my best to bring them in functioning as needed. Unless they are ordered for immediate termination by another. Course that would be a mercy." As Goth stirs he goes silent letting the CMO fill him in.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff listens to the wheeze...and then turns to focus on getting the filters and ventilation systems checked and cleaned out... wheezes aren't good. "Don't talk too much... yer in th' Medbay..." He steps back to fetch another cart of various odds and ends, wheeling it over and picking through the contents to find what he needs as he puts the beast-mech back together. "An' I'm...havin' a great time gettin' ya all put back int' one piece..."

He certainly hears what Sixshot says, but the remark about 'immediate' termination draws a soft chuckle. "If ya get ordered that... tell 'em I'll do th' terminatin'..." He takes stock of the work so far and then moves to his desk, pouring himself another drink without even caring to clean his hands and draining it in one go. "Hmph...right..." He glances at the various readouts over Goth's medberth, reading them for a moment and watching the various creeps, beeps, and sweeps as though they'll tell him what needs work next.

Probably because they do.

**Goth has posed:**
     Smoke and fire damage as normal with Prowl's work. "D...D...Dust..y.." He'd patinfully force out, though he'd relax, recognizing who the voice belonged to, and being collected to understand what was being said, he doesn't try to force himself to speak anymore though, and tries to at least remain onto the strings of consciousness he's latched onto.

      fuel pressure still low, broken connections, but he is starting to look better.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Another day, another Shanix... Darkstar walked into the medical bay with no more wrong with him than his typical psychological profile, which is usually what got him ejected from the very same area after too long. This time the mech kept rather quiet upon entry, and casually decided to take a scenic route along the walls boxing in the medberths. He couldn't resist pulling an e-cig from subspace, nor could he resist creating a large white cloud as he vented along his trek of observation. But that was it... No boasting, loudmouthing, jabs, mockery, or challenges. Darkstar was on his best behavior for some reason, but depending on who you were it might actually be welcome for a change...maybe.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"As you wish, if caught alive I will bring them to you." , Sixshot replies before taking another drink from his flask. As Dustoff focuses on Goths repairs he leans back in his chair, for the moment not noticing anyone else that has come in.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff jumps back into his work and furrows his brow...if he noticed Darkstar, he's saying...nothing. Probably because the mech's just not worth his time right now, though he does bring up the medbay's control panel on a nearby datapad and activate the extraction systems to help get rid of the smoke that accompanies the spacer.

Right, then it's back to the work. He vents softly while trying to just make sure the re-routing of critical lines is thorough and complete before slowly getting energon running through them to help Goth's systems reboot proper. "Yeah, Goth... 's me, Dusty... like I said, I gotcha..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's systems would cycle a handful of times, probably too many then necessary, but they come back on, his optics struggling but they come on and his flinches from the lighting of the medical bay, his ears droop downward but they do run though the normal boot test.

      "...Nnhg.. Everything hurt.." He'd string together.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar managed to go by unnoticed, or at the very least unacknowledged... That was good it seemed, as far as the spacer was concerned. He'd make use of that by accessing a terminal far from the rest of the medbay denizens, pulling up a profile on Prowl of all Cybertronians. Reading over the file the mech's optics flashed, his grin firm before he pulled up another file to share the holographic display. Information on Optimus Prime was extensive, and it would take him some time to go over all of what was stored in the database. Another puff of white smoke filled the air around his helm, and the Decepticon continued to keep eerily quiet and to himself.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex enters the medbay, and looks around. "So." His optics twinkle a bit. Apparantly hes in one of his sadistic moods. "Doc said that Goth's messed up but I can..repair.. Sixshot. Who'se sixshot? I wanna fix him."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot still doesn't acknowledge Darkstar as he looks between the CMO and his charge. He sees no reason to even joke about the mech being back to the land of the living. Raising a optic ridge he looks to Vortex from his seat saying, "Over here."

 Upon inspection the multichanger is not in bad shape. Though his armor is indeed cracked and burnt. Anything internal best diagnosed by the head doctor.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff says, "Of course everythin' hurts, ya got smashed, bashed, mangled, burnt, an' crushed... If nothin' hurt, I'd be worried everythin'd shut down completely." He gives Goth a light, careful pat between the ears before looking up towards Vortex. "Sixshot's over there an' could use a look over... since he was actually functional, I haven't got to 'im yet. Thanks."

And Darkstar is still ignored, though the terminal does start asking for a password to access the medbay computer because...you know, medical records are delicate things."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught enters the medbay, carrying a datapad in one hand. He surveys the room, trying to get the lay of the land.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chirps happily "No problem." he takes a look at Sixshot. "Hi, Im Vortex. Im going to botch your surgery today." he chirps. "Lemme see. Oh that armor looks bad. You like the pain receptors on or off?" he asks.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar finally gets to the part of the files that were password protected, and the spacer scoffs. "Well, that's no fun..." he says to himself before venting more smoke into the air. He doesn't waste time trying to crack the code himself... Why bother when you had the CMO present? "L.T... What's the password to access these files?" he asks, optics still glued to the terminal. He's yet to acknowledge Vortex and Onslaught either, having only spoken to Dustoff out of necessity it seems.

**Phantom has posed:**
The elusive seeker drifts in, his arm bleeding. He doesn't ask Dustoff attend to him though, instead, he perches on a windowsill, surveying the room. He gives Sixshot a curious look before his gaze rests on Onslaught. He smirks. "Hey, handsome."

 He then notices Darkstar glued to the terminal, and scoffs. "Since when did you start caring about medical records?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth viably relaxed at Dustoff's touch, even pressed his head slightly against the CMO's hand. "Didn't go as planned.." He'd huff. Goth was laid up in his root-mode on a medical berth, and on heavy life support, but he was consciousness. Lucky Onslaught had not walked in sooner, else he'd seen more a mess.

      he'd flinch at the increasing noise level but doesn't say anything. "Mmph.. should of remained cloaked." he'd grumble.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught looks over at Phantom, brow ridge quirked up. "...greetings to you as well, Phatom," he says, not appearing to notice the complement beyond his optics brightening with pleasure. "Looks like you ran into a spot of bother, there."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chirps. "Yeay, bleeder!" He points to Phantom and then returns to removing Sixshot's armor. "Hold on hold on Im a medic. And.." he tosses his glue gun in Darkstar's direction "You're a medic. Help me take care of the wounds."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot studies Vortex saying, "Better with them off but thought Dustoff said for you to do light work." Really being used as a learning aid? Hearing Darkstar he glances over but its obvious he wants a different LT.

 Focusing back on Tex he adds, "Be careful there." Obvious not all know of Sixers rep but he doesn't care.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff grunts softly. "Th' password's for me t' know 'cause it's my password an' it ain't a password if ya tell others, now, is it." He glances down at Goth and chuckles. "Eh...well, next time... 'cause there's gonna be a next time." He nods slightly.

Oh, Vortex is recruiting Darkstar? This should be interesting...

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught isn't sure what's more surprising: that Vortex is being allowed to work on patients or that Vortex has just tossed his prized \*sighs\* weapon to someone who isn't Onslaught. Then again, tossing it to Onslaught might be a worse idea. "Dustoff, are you certain it's wise for Vortex to be assisting you?"

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Decepticon Elite... We care about medical records for combat purposes," Darkstar replies to Phantom matter of factly, his arms crossing in front of him. Great, now he was noticed...and Vortex wanted attention like he was some kind of over-hyped celebrity like Blurr or something. Turning half way around, he peered over his left pauldron toward the group of mechs that had gathered before offering a nod to Onslaught, the ranking mech in view only to throw his hands toward the flying glue gun. Nearly dropping it after several seconds of juggling the spacer finally manages to hold onto the weapon. "Uh... Yeah, I'm not a medic. Training has been light ta' say the least," he notes before rolling his optics. Fraggit... He really didn't want to get roped into anything other than his research.

    "Then I'll let you put it in for me... I don't need ta' know the fraggin' thing. Just want access to the files on Optimus Prime and Prowl," Darkstar would reply to Dustoff then before starting toward Vortex and Sixshot with a vented sigh. "Alright... Just point an' shoot, yeah? Sounds simple enough." Walking over to the wounded Lieutenant, Darkstar held the gun level and prepared to follow Vortex's instructions. "What happened to Bats? The usual?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex blinks "Me either but thats not stopping me is it?" He whispers to Sixshot "I'll be gentle sweety." he starts to muck around with the light injuries, actually trying to stop the bleeding. His hands are deft even if his mouth is a bit daft. "I imagine so. Dustoff knows more then I do." he says. He then singsongs. "Head nurse Vortex, come to the rescue..." he sees Onslaught. "Hey Ons you wanna be a nurse too? You're gonna have to get your own glue gun Darkstar has mine." he continues to work. "Sooo. Daaark-Star. What ya researching?" oh so thats what hes after. Information.

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom shrugs, a smirk forming on his features. "Yeah. Skirmish," he says to Onslaught. "Near Ibex. I was trying to watch the 'Bots," he says, though Vortex, if he looks, might notice that the gash on his arm looks terribly similar to previous self inflicted ones.

 He laughs at Darkstar. "And what were you hoping to learn from those that you couldn't just find out from them, yourself?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth didn't respond to Darkstar's question, mostly because he was too exhausted to, he just lies there to allow Dustoff to finish any work he couldn't se, and closes his optics. "Alright..." H tries to focus on mainly Dustoff's voice as the medical bay gets increasingly louder.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot shakes his head but doesn't comment on what Vortex says. He looks to the spacer with the glue gun then to the CMO. For now he is seeming to let this happen, "Lets just get this done. As for what happened, skirmish in the canyons you will see a report on." He nods to Onslaught adding, "Major."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff looks up at Darkstar as he's told to put in a password, blinking a few times before smiling as politely and cheerfully as he can manage and offering a very jovial, "No. I got priorities t' handle... an' if ya want intel, talk t' intel an' let them suss it out. This is medical." He again flashes Darkstar a cheery smile before he's right back at his work on putting Goth back together again.

 At least progress is being made!

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught shakes his head. 'No, thank you Vortex," he says, turning his attention to Sixshot. "Lieutenant. Hopefully your injuries aren't too severe. I'm sure Vortex will do his best to take good care of you." He looks back to Vortex. "Won't you, Vortex?"

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar applies some glue to Sixshot's battered armor, sealing up a hole created by the impact of high powered weaponry. He's not so bad at this. Not so great at it either, but at the end of the day the work he's done should hold the mech together and even keep the six-changer's armor useful in a battle. "Anything and everything," the spacer offers cryptically to the two who'd asked about why he wanted to look at the medical records for the two Autobots. "They're marks... I study my marks when they're on the level," he'd add after a moment, knowing that he'd be pressed for more information anyway.

    Focusing on his work, Darkstar shrugs his pauldrons. "Sure thing, L.T. Get back to your work... I'll get the info without botherin' ya since you're \*so\* busy with your lover."

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom seems amused when Darkstar calls Goth Dustoff's lover. He smirks and gives Goth an aggressive look, one that might make the mechabat uncomfortable, given that he's lying on a berth, half shredded.

 "I'm intel," he says dryly, "what do you want to find out about them?" His expression suddenly grows distant. "I know Pax. We were friends once," he offers to the spacer.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex honestly for all his talk about being terrible at medicine has been practicing under Dustoff's watch. He can't grasp the intricies of internal repairs but hes not bad with armor work. He just likes to scare his patients a bit. He hums happily to himself, slightly less obnoxious now that he has a task to him. "I will sir. Im honestly being professional. Im just teasing a bit." he says softly his voice quieting as he concentrates for real. "Did you try Gothkissesnumberfourever?" he asks Darkstar.

**Goth has posed:**
     That it does, but it also elicits a very confused look from Goth, what did he do to warrant that? There is no annoyed response from Goth to Darkstar, he's too tired, and in too much pain to really argue with him, besides, what's the point in denying the truth at this point? However he does open his topics in an amused, half-shuttered look at Vortex.

      "Idiots.." He'd weakly grumble... Yep, he's starting to recover.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot just lets the pair do their work as they seem to be actually doing a decent one. Glancing to Onslaught he says, "Not too severe but will insist others check certain systems. Though doubt anything like that were effected." He certainly is not scared of the rotor but will want another to check over the work.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar's optics flash, and his grin turns to a smirk. "You two were friends?" he asks, chuckling as he glances back toward Phantom. "How interesting... Forget the med-files. What kinda mech is he? I wanna know what makes 'im tick. He have a soft spot for anyone, anything? How can he be manipulated?" the spacer wonders as he shifts the barrel of the glue gun to patching up another hole in Sixshot's armor. "Hmm... Canyons again. Popular place for those...skirmishes, I mean. Who showed this time? Other than Prowl... Think that's pretty obvious 'less Goth's condition was Nightlash's doin'."

    Vortex's comment draws a laugh. "Y'know... That would've been my first guess, but I didn't wanna insult Doctor Lovebot by tryin' to crack into his system without permission." When Goth grumbles 'idiots', the space-alt continues to laugh. "You know it, Toasty..." Another couple of trigger-pulls and Sixshot is that much closer to fighting trim. "Major... You happen to come up with any good plans on how to move us forward in dealin' with the enemies of Cybertron?"

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff looks up briefly at Darkstar and then nods. "Triage... interestin' thing, really... gets easier when ya got a lot of help t' call on." He exhales softly and looks over things... Major lines are done, minor are almost done... Right.

He sets about finishing those off, then looking at the more key components that might need their shielding and housings replaced... how fun.

And, no, that is most assuredly not the password.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods to Sixshot, keepign an optic on Vortex as he works. Since the rotory seems to have calmed down some, due to having a task to focus on, Onslaught's posture relaxes "A wise idea, I'm sure," Onslaught says. "One needs to be certain their systems are working to spec, after all. Who did you face during the fight?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex blinks "Wait. Wait who'se Pax? One of the bots? Is he and Phan Phan conjunx endura?" Oh hes back on /that/ again. "Congrats, Phan Phan. When's the ceremony? Is he a jet at least?" He says as he continues to work. He looks over at Darkstar. "Codes are fun to break. Keepin all those secrets. Maybe I should try next." He isnt flitting around at least, his hands expertly working once put to task.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"Prowl and Hyperdrive were confirmed by Goth. There was a third larger mech need to see if in the base files. Seemed like one built for demolition.", Sixshot says. He waits for a free moment before pointing to a datapad laying nearby. On the pad is a video of the fight along with pictures of the three Autobots, the unnamed one being Hammerstrike.

**Phantom has posed:**
"Compassion is his biggest strength and weakness," the elusive seeker responds almost immediately. His optics flash, and he slides off the windowsill. "That being said, I'd assume just about anyone he's responsible for." He smirks. "The more pathetic you seem, the more likely he is to feel sympathetic," he says to Darkstar, "but in all honesty, you should leave the lying and manipulating to me," he says.

 He glances over at Vortex, a mischievous look in his optics - and the rotor may or may not guess that the elusive seeker isn't being 100% truthful.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex awws. "Compassion eh? Your conjunx sounds like a sweetheart." he purrs. "Do you blow up people in front of him so the energon lands on his face and laugh?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth merely grunts in response to Darkstar and remains still for Dustoff, grumbling, he'd start speaking softly to his partner. "...Was it that bad?" He'd ask simply.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught's datapad bleeps and he looks down at the screen, optics flaring as he studies the message he's just recieved. "Damn and blast you for a fool, Collate," he says.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar chuckles quietly as he listens to Phantom list Optimus Prime's weaknesses, or rather his chief weakness. "That's adorable..." he muses, his grin broadening considerably. "Maybe I should leave that to you, and I likely will...at least for the most part. I typically leave the pathetic alone. We may find common ground there... Something to toy with. Something to think about at the very least."

    The word demolition is like a beacon for Darkstar, as he did so love a mech or femme who was good with explosives. "Really now..." the spacer began, leaning over to take a better look at the video feed of the battle. Hammerstrike was unknown to him, but by the description that Sixshot had given and the visage however poor the quality in the video Darkstar knew that he'd have to schedule a meeting. "I've heard that you are no slouch on the field... What did you gather of his fighting strength?" he asks the six-changer.

    "Vortex... You are incorrigible." Darkstar didn't seem to be the least bit put off by that though. In fact he was more than a little amused.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff is back in 'ignore the other mechs for the time being' and reaches over for his datapad and shows Goth the readouts from the initial scans. There's not much to really say that the pad won't show. But with that done, he sets the pad aside and continues to put the bat back together. "Yer gonna be fine though, honestly...seen far worse before..."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks to Darkstar, "Seems strong least from the strike I got from his hammer. Did not get a full assessment as I was focused on the defenses. But with what he did to Goth as he seemed to weaken his armor." As he says this he moves a bit testing the repairs before adding, "Reason for the Privates crushed systems but as can be seen, able to be repaired."

**Phantom has posed:**
For whatever reason, Phantom seems to be growing quite uncomfortable with the topic. Vortex's comment doesn't help, but doesn't seem to be the main reason why his optics are glazing over and Darkstar's response gets ignored. All of a sudden, he gets up and takes a swing at Vortex's faceplates!

 Afterwards, he turns to Onslaught. "Sorry," he says, "sometimes I need to do that to take the edge off of an anxiety attack."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is hit HARD in the facemask. He giggles. "Dont be sorry. That was a good hit." he says, rubbing at a dent in his mask. "Primus. I didnt know you were so defensive of this Pax guy." he giggles. "How many protoforms you guys make?"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught growls, oddly enough not at Phantom or at his wayward teammate but instead at his datapad. "Fool!' he snarls, then lowers the datapad. "Gentlemen, I'm sorry, but I must go deal with an unexpected annoyance. Vortex, behave yourself -- if not, expect to be on report." Wtih that he turns to leave.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    A hammer? Ooo-hoo-hoo-hoo... That sounded oh so nice. "He is an anti-armor mech, huh?" Also something to consider very highly given that Darkstar was moving quickly toward adopting the 'tank buster' status himself. "Might make for a fine rival... Hammer-helm I'll call 'im until we've got more information." A glance is shot toward the injured mechabat. "I'll hafta meet up with Bats later... Could use his help with makin' some tweaks to my targettin' systems, so that might be a good opportunity to learn more about th' effects. Either way this is good... Real good. More tough 'Bots means more glory for us all."

    The assault on Vortex doesn't seem to bother Darkstar one bit, though he does pause in his attention to Sixshot's armor for a moment before glancing toward Dustoff just to see how the CMO responds. For the matter the spacer was kind of curious to see how Onslaught would respond as well with another mech treating one of his closest comrades so roughly. Of course Vortex would be fine with it... Heck, the Rotary was already showing clear signs that he actually enjoyed taking a hit to the face.

    "Oh... Well, that was anti-climactic," he'd offer when Onslaught abruptly excuses himself. "But Vortex is right here!" he'd call after the Combaticon Commander as the other mech takes his leave.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth cringes, he couldn't deny that was pretty bad, he should of been dead, smelt he felt like he should of been dead from the pain he was experiencing alone, and nodded slightly, laying his helm back and nodded. "....I had not expected things to end.. that poorly." He'd state in a bit of a sobering tone.

      He'd flinch hearing Phantom's fist connect with Vortex's faceplate, and his ridges knit, before forcing a weak hand up to click on his tightbeam. "<<...Have I.. mentioned how grateful I am too you?>>"

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom ignores Vortex's comment, instead, he just gives the rotary a blank look. Interestingly enough, it doesn't seem like he's been drinking or smoking at all recently - maybe that's why he's been acting so off lately? Regardless, he doesn't make a move to continue attack Vortex.

 Instead, he turns to Darkstar. "Make a laundry list of what you want to find out about them, and I'll deliver," he says to the spacer, "whatever it takes." Then, without further ado, he turns and vanishes into a wall, just like his namesake...

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff looks over at Phantom and Sixshot... "If ya wanna punch one 'nother, take it outside." He grumbles before looking back at Goth and giving a slight nod. Hey, the mech's looking like he's almost properly pieced together again! That's...a good thing, right? He looks back up at the squabbling group and blinks...

Well, there goes Phantom being Phantom. Huh. Whatever.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks at Phantom and Vortex, "Save that for the pits or the Autobots. Remember where you both are right now." Course the CMO takes charge before the seeker leaves. Shaking his head, "Going to get some rest. Will come back when things calm down." Standing up he makes his way out.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts. "Weird. Phan-phan was sober I think." he rubs the dent. "Sure, I've fixed what I can tell me if anything gets worse, and I'll lok at it."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar smirks as both Dustoff and Sixshot chime in, telling Phantom and Vortex to keep the fun stuff out of the medbay. Yeah, that figures... At least he wasn't the only mech to be scolded for playing a bit too rough in sensitive areas of the base. "That I'd like ta' see... You an' Barely There really do need ta' go at it in the training arena. How 'bout we set that up, eh?"

    Looking to Vortex directly, Darkstar tossed the glue gun back to the Heli-Bot before favoring Dustoff and Goth with his gaze. "Oh yeah... Good work on that extraction. Don't think I ever said anything to ya' proper about it, but you're a pretty good infiltrator. Who'd of thought?" he says the last part with a laugh before turning to be the next mech to depart.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gives Dustoff a soft smile, at least now things are starting to calm down, indeed the bat is finally looking like himself once more and not a twisted mangled mess of melted, and broken internals, and armor... He'd then roll his optics at Darkstar. "I did... and you want something." He'd state, squinting at Darkstar.

      Oddly he didn't sound annoyed, more tired, he knew the spacer after all, well, well enough, sadly hadn't got to talk to him since that, so another time, specially right now with his injuries.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff looks over at Darkstar and just nods. "We all've got jobs t' do..." He shrugs it off. "I jus' do what I can." He looks himself over...and is admittedly a bit of a mess, though most of it is Goth's. Oh well. He shrugs it off. "Right...yer stable right now, gonna let yer systems stabilize an' recover a bit before carryin' on so I don't shock anythin' into siezing up."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex sighs. "Sir, yes sir." He says. He'd normally give a fine but Dustoff has him scared into proper medbay behavior. "Well thats done." he catches his glue gun mid-air and goes to wash his hands. He coos to the gun "I know sweetspark. Im sorry. He handled you good though. Stop complaining.."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar pauses as he reaches the doorway when accused of 'wanting something', and the spacer glances back toward the trio of remaining medbay denizens. "Who, me? Hahah... Always," he replies to Goth firstly. To Dustoff he offers a firm nod, his grin etched firmly into his features before his combat mouthguard clicks into place. "Later, femmes..." With that, Darkstar continues out of the medbay.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nodded, and remained still to allow Dustoff to close him up, opticing over the gore covered mech, before rolling his optics at Darkstar... Despite Vortex being there he lets out a huff, and motions Dustoff a bit closer to him with a finger.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff just...disregards Darkstar, 'cause Darkstar's gonna Darkstar, really.

He does, though, catch the gesture from Goth and leans in close as beckoned. "Aye?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex hears Goth huff a bit and moves over. "Goth? How ya feeling?" he asks, trying to check up on him.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would push himself up and wrap his arms around Dustoff tightly, burying his faceplate into the others neck platting quitely. He hopes he doesn't have to explain why, nor does he really care Vortex is still there, but he had definitely been fearful there for a moment he'd not see Dustoff again.

      "Every fiber of my being hurts like death, and I am exhausted... " He'd state simply to Vortex.

**Dustoff has posed:**
There's no real effort on Dustoff's part to push Goth back onto the medberth proper for a few moments, but eventually he does. "Y' need t' rest, yeah?" He gives the mech a quick kiss on the forehead before settling himself back. "An' I'll be here..." He looks over. "How'd...ya do anyway, 'Tex, on Sixshot, eh? Mech left before I had a chance t' check..."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Well.. he stopped bleeding and didn't die so thats good I guess." he syas. "You need me to guard Goth?" He asks. "I wont let no one hurt him. Hes almost like family to me. Which means I'll avenge him like family."

**Goth has posed:**
     Nor would he try to fight against it, then again he was really to weak to even try, Dustoff does get a weak but pleased squeak in acknowledgment though, laying there as he listened. Family huh? He'd glance over with a raised ridge. "...Hmph, I doubt anyone but Phantom at this point would honestly try anything, don't understand why he was giving me the stink optic." He'd huff.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff shrugs. "Phantom's strange..." He nods, looking back at Vortex. "Free t' stay an' guard as long as ya care to. Jus' do me a favor, yeah? Next time Darkstar lights up an enercig an' not some nice, refined, proper smoke like an enercigar or somethin', use yer glue-gun t' seal it in 'is mouth 'till it burns out." He grins.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chuckles. "Well I cant promise that becsaue some enercigs are really really REALLY good but..." he syas. "I like cygars too. and pipes and well any delivery service is good Im not picky. Im kinda cyber-trash though."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckles. "Did he do that? I hadn't noticed." Probably because Dustoff got the ventilation on quick enough. Then again he could pick up the lingering scent.. His optics here starting to dim as his systems where starting to force him into a recharge. "..Mmm...Thank you Dustoff.. Vortex." He'd state as he started drifting off.