1180/Regenerative Possibilities

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was sat up in the medical bay reading over a datapad as he lounged in Dustoff's seat as he awaited his return.. It had been a rather... quiet, Deca-cycle, oddly, but he wasn't complaining, gave him time to read, and relax, and not have to worry about nonsense.... Still though, it did seem a bit eerie.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar wandered in about then, his footfalls as quiet as his size would allow without effort, his arms and shoulders swaying with the gait of a mech harboring a tremendous sense of self worth. He didn't waste much time, as the business which had brought him to the medical bay this evening was indeed business. "Private, I need a word..." he began, optics flashing as if to put an official seal on the meeting. "A matter of discretion... For the future of The Cause."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's ear twitched regardless hearing the mech coming, he'd look around back to Darkstar as he started speaking and tilted his helm. "Hmm? Yeees?" He'd ask, quirking a ridge, that.. Could really mean anything in regards to Darkstar, then again he knew how to phrase it the right way to ensure it was for 'The causes' benifit.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar's expression was flat as he looked to the mechabat who very likely knew that he had another project in store for the most active member of the science division. "The sample that you took from the Mimic corpse that I brought you... The Insecticon with regenerative abilities of the likes never seen before." To his knowledge at least. "What have you learned thus far?" he wonders, looking on expectantly.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth stared at Darkstar, a frown ebbing on his face as he had a inkling of where this was about to go. "Why? I do hope you are not thinking of wanting me to try and replicate whatever soundwave did to give you regenerative abilities." He'd state right out. "Also, that insecticon didn't have mimicry abilities, it was only the one from what I observed from the fight." he'd point out with a wagging of a claw.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar scoffs and waves a hand. "Not to the extent of the Insecticon, naturally... However, regenerative abilities to that extent may not be necessary for incorporatin' some of the secrets of the compound that allows such for them on a more mundane level. So, I want you ta' tell me what it looks like under the nanoscope," he explains. "If we can strengthen our forces in any way then the way will be unlocked through better understanding of that compound. So, Private... Let's have it."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth knitted his ridges. "Wouldn't it be more.. appropriate, to consult Shockwave on the matter? After all they where his experiments." Well THERE was a horrifying idea and suggestion. He'd sigh and pinch his brow, and push himself up and started making for his lab.

      "I'd originally collected the sample I did were Dustoff could use it to run tests and devise making a cure, since it's host had been munching on those on the dead in, and thus becoming infected through ingestion of the victims Energon." he'd explain.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar crosses his arms at mention of Shockwave, that being the very first indication that he had already considered and dismissed the idea of going to the former Senator for assistance with the matter at hand. "Shockwave... I do not trust Shockwave. I trust you," he states rather plainly. That mono-optic mech had given quite the impression after the battle of Clemency long ago, and that impression was not the favorable sort. No, this was a matter for Goth's ears... "Besides. Your background suggests that you have more potential in the field of biology than he can match at the pinnacle of your honed skill."

    The spacer was quiet then, mulling over what Goth begins to explain of his study of the biological matter that was harvested from the regenerating Insecticon. "Hmph... And?" he wonders about how their study panned out in terms of finding a cure.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was....Goth was not sure how to take that, because yes, Shockwave was not someone anyone should trust with a onehrounderd foot pole, but at the same time had Goth really earned the rep for being dependable? Well he was capable, and only really bit-it in the field when it came to combat.

      "...I suppose." He'd huff, glancing to the side as he lead down to the lab, unsure if that was likely true, but he wasn't about to debate it, or say he was, after all, Shockwave could be watching.

      "Thus Anything I devise will have to be from scratch, else risk infecting you with that plague of the Autobots." He'd huff as he stamped in the code for his lab, and mumbled something... Something if Darkstar was close enough, could hear.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar wouldn't try too hard to pick up what the mechabat had said. Instead he would take the approach that typically worked best for him over the millennia. "What was that?" he'd ask Goth, head canting slightly to one side as he observed the Bat Bot from behind as he followed the other Decepticon to his lab.

    Goth had earned a reputation for being dependable as far as Darkstar was concerned. He had assisted the spacer in many endeavors, and had asked for little in return aside from the growing confidence that Darkstar had in him, and naturally first dibs on sharing in any of the more interesting salvage opportunities that the spacer managed to come by. It was a good working relationship, which is exactly how a psychopath could come to regard another being as worthy of keeping closer than most.

    "Not a problem. If time is what'cha require, Bats... Then time is what'cher' gonna get. When we first met... I told you that I was goin' after Sky Lynx. I can't do that without somethin' extra...more'n what I've got right now. He's too blasted big, too blasted durable. Every battle he joins ends up puttin' our efforts back in this war, and it's time we put a stop to that slag proper. We need balance... Fortunately for us, the universe itself craves the same."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth made a noise as he debated explaining aloud, but instead, went to his computer, and brought up his research on the sample he'd taken from the insecticon, which also had a blown up image of the responsable component for the regeneration... Though beside it was also research notes about it being possibly used in repairing an already existing, but damaged, regentive like self-repair system.

      There were also some half-finished notes about how they could be used to create self-replicating nanites for emergency repairs, but, again, half-finished and incomplete.

      "Well, I will not deny that, I do still wonder how that one time Shockwave and I were able to seize control of a base with him there, but..." he'd wave his hand, he knew Darkstar wouldn't count that as a defeat to Sky Lynx, fairly, Goth didn't ether, no one was knocked out cold, bleeding or dying on the bots end.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar leaned forward after reaching the computer terminal on which Goth had already begun pulling up his research notes. Red optics took in the unfinished data which appeared promising regardless of its unfinished status. "You've been busy..." he comments, his tone while relatively flat did betray at least a hint of admiration. Yes, Darkstar was indeed capable of admiring others... Especially those who could help him achieve his goals. He even admired Sky Lynx, and several Autobots to be honest though he rarely spoke of it openly. That had always been the true key to his success. Darkstar didn't shy away from his 'betters', but studied them, learned from them so that one day they would be his equals, and eventually surpass them. Goth, he had come to understand he would never surpass in certain areas, which made the mechabat a nearly indispensible ally.

    "An impressive feat... Though until we have the means ta' force Sky Lynx to flee from battle, or drop 'im to his knees even when his allies are present we will always be one misstep away from ruin," Darkstar notes, perhaps shockingly as saying such reveals a degree of humility the spacer almost never shows. "This quality of work and forethought are why I have come to you. I am always training, always working toward my goals... I do not get sidetracked by emotional entanglements. I serve no master other'n glory and The Cause, it is my strength. You, despite your...entanglements, are still a focused and driven achiever. In that way we are most alike."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nodded. "I do tend to start multiple projects at once and start work on them during my idle time when I have nothing else pressing." He'd explain, spinning his wrist, and pointing his finger.

      He'd raise his ridge slightly, his ear twitching, as he listened to Darkstar, studying his voice with some interest, but didn't speak or give any attention to what he was noticing, there was a slight note of annoyance in Darkstar claiming Dustoff and his.. friends, where entanglements, but it was something he was just going to need to accept.

      "It is a balancing act." He'd explain, leaning back in his chair. "I suppose really, that we diverged in where we decided to focus in our lives." at least that is what he could figure form what Darkstar said, Darkstar focused on his duty, where Goth focused on living.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Goth had not quite caught it. While the mechabat was close, the truth of Darkstar still managed to elude him. For Darkstar living required purpose, and his purpose was irrevocably linked to his function. Built for military dominance his life before this revolved entirely around the Primal Vanguard, and in that life he excelled well above average and only continued to grow after joining the Decepticon cause. As a space-alt 'excellence' was his calling card by creation-rite, and a life dedicated to nothing but the pursuit of such was more than living, it was a calling ordained by his creator and by extension the universe itself.

    "Aye... It is indeed," Darkstar replies, his tone flat still as he scanned the data that Goth had compiled while his processor considered future possibilities. "A luxury that is afforded to those whose purpose allows them such, no doubt," he finishes, implying that his own purpose simply does not. "Do me a favor, Bats... Upload these notes to my datapad. I wanna have 'em handy, 'case I come up with some ideas ta' run by you while I'm going about my daily."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth clicked his jaw. "Just don't let Shockwave know you have such, I doubt he'd be happy to find someone having tampered with his work, or build off of what they could glenn from such, you'd be surprised how protective some can get over their research." And mech did he know it, some could get into serious murders rages about their working being stolen.

      "Purpose?" Goth would question, wondering if the Spacer was referring to functionalism. He'd hold his hand out for the datapad, and waited as he created a folder and copied over his research into the files, which still had his signature on them.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar certainly knew better than to go broadcasting what he and Goth were doing with Shockwave's little pet project to the Major himself. He did mention 'discretion' when he had first arrived within the medical bay, and that discretion is the very thing that Goth spoke of now. "Trust me, Bats... I ain't about to say nothin'. Jus' make sure this lil' project stays b'tween US, huh? Don't even tell the L.T.-err... Dustoff. He doesn't need ta' know, an' the fewer who do the better the chances the Major doesn't find out 'cuz somebody fragged up an' let something slip."

    Purpose. Functionalism sure did have a lot to do with it. "Yeah... Purpose. We were created for one, an' we used ta' build our entire society around that ideal. Who makes the best fliers? Those who were created ta' do so... Who makes the best racers? Those who were created ta' do so... Almost every time, almost every blasted time, Bats," Darkstar explains. "There may be outliers, an' there may be those whose determination an' passion beat the odds, but it ain't anywhere near the norm," he continues, finally pulling an e-cig into view which he goes on to spark before taking a long drag. "Mmmm.... What'cha think happens when one dedicates 'imself wholly to what they were made for, eh? When they're built for somethin', love what they were built for with a passion, an' focus the whole of their being into it?" Another puff, and smoke clouds the rafters as the spacer hands over his datapad.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth huffs and gives Darkstar a dismissive yet, reassuring wave. "Please, Dustoff has access to my files, as we do tend to collaborate on things for the medical bay, he wouldn't be one to let such a thing slip." He'd state, but he did looked relatively relaxed now. "However the reassurance is greatly appreciated, and I thank you for such." He'd nod.

      He'd let out a hem distasteful at the functionalist idealism. He'd take the pad and start loading up the files. "Well, naturally they would excel, however those cases are also relatively not the norm...However I do come from a caste that was treated poorly, forged form a titan in ap lace were no such thing was ever implemented." He'd explain. "Yes, yes we had our tribes which were focused around our alt-modes capabilities, but I was not barred from becoming a scientist because others thought I'd be too /dumb/ and more suited to combat." He'd scoff. "Would of been such wasted potential."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar takes that reassurance for what it is. If Goth didn't think Dustoff would be a liability, Darkstar wouldn't necessarily agree but it was already a done deal if the acting CMO already had access to all of Goth's files. "Yeah... Don't mention it," he drawls, rolling his pauldrons while venting a sigh.

    "I fought against Functionalism... Wasn't right ta' force every bot to perform their role regardless. If ya' hate what'cha do then you ain't about to reach the pinnacle of what ya' could be. That's about th' only reason that particular worldview was flawed... 'Sides that though, if it weren't fer' emotional leanings away from their function we'd be a MUCH stronger Cybertron. That's the truth of it 'far as I'm concerned..."

    Backing away from Goth a few steps, Darkstar turned on a heel and started to make his way for the door. "I'll be back... Got a trainin' session to get in. Little aerial target practice. I'll collect the datapad then." With that, a hand rose with a farewell mock salute.

**Goth has posed:**
     "I won't, as I know you'd deny it if I did." He'd tease with a smirk at Darkstar, before looking back to the computer, and unplugging the datapad, made sure everything was working and handed it back to the spacer.

      "Well it's more than that, they did not take into account of every possibility, and instead leapt for an ideal with no forethought into it, it was doomed to fail from the beginning, as they did not account for the range of freely developing personalities, the lack of freedom, the divide it put between those of differing alt-modes." He'd pause.

      "Not the mention of how they enforced keeping such in place, and while I don't throw this term around often, honestly they were quite stupid to think such a thing would ever work even at a 50% success rate, and I am not even going to get into the complete waste of resources they'd committed to do such." He'd explain. "So what your two points are not wrong, however it is much broader." He'd' say finishing his statement.

      "Hm? alright then, I shall see you soon enough." He'd nod, setting the datapad down.