1175/Finding A Purpose

Cast of Characters: | Onslaught, Soundwave, Goth, 135

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was settled into a chair, reading over some files on the computer, with dustoff being out at the moment, he was currently the only capable medic on station, so, he did have to pick up the slack until Dustoff returned. The Large bat would let out a yawn, still groggy from being woken up late in the night to repair Darkstar's piddly busted off armor panel.... He couldn't get back to recharge afterwards, due to that damn nocturnal internal clock of his.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot makes his way in and looks to Goth saying, "Evenin' Goth." His damage besides a large crack in his armor appears to not be terrible, "Was just planning to let the nurses do a check. Since any real repairs could wait." He looks to the batmech as he sits there, "That mini medics cannon is annoying with it breaks armor."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's ear twitches as he hears Sixshot coming from his pede steps outside the room and looked back and clicked his jaw. "Annoying indeed, both in the matter that she is capable of thinking of such tactics, and leaving quite the mess to fix." He'd huff, standing up and transforming into his root-mode.

      He'd walk over and start evaluating the damage. "I take this was from the same mission Darkstar came form, and so rudely woke me up to repair a simple panel?"

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods, "Was acting as the Generals escort. Any major details will be given whenever he chooses to debrief everyone." He does whatever the medic tells him as he performs the check, "Several Autobots were there as could be identified. Besides Starlock there was Nightbeat, Jazz and Whirl. All there apparently attempting to cause a disturbance to bring us out. The purpose best elaborated by Soundwave."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught strolls into medbay, a datapad under one arm. He looks about as if, perhaps, searching for any wayward teammmates

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth hems. "Darkstar had stated there was one of Autobot command there he didn't recognize, and by process of elimination I had mused it was ether Jazz or Ultra Magnus, so good to have a confirmation." He'd knit his brows remembering that /awkward/ night in Maccs when he met the strange bot known as Jazz.

      He'd get to work repairing the damage. "Hrm, nothing I'm aware of, but as you said, something for command to do in debriefing." He'd wave his free hand as he talked and glanced up, hearing Onslaught. "Sir." He'd state simply to the higher ranked.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods to Goth, "Seemed to be his style of mission. But yes best to leave it to command." He doesn't move as the medic fixes the damage before nodding in greeting to Onslaught, "Major."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught glances around, not seeing any of his teammates. "Goth, Lieutenant Sixshot," he says. 'How fare you this cycle?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would turn his helm and yawn again, but continued on repairing Sixshot, before nodding and stepping back. "There we are, that should do what you need." He'd nod, before looking to Onslaught. "Exhausted, but I suppose it means I'll be resting much more soundly tonight, barring some sort of emergency, late-night repairs." He'd huff, being much more subdued due to his tired state.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks over the repairs before getting up and stretching, making sure not to stress the welds, "They will as long as nothing major happens too soon. But doubt it after that runaround in the Rodion tunnels and what just happened." Looking to Onslaught he says, "Slightly beaten but doing well. Will say the bots aim didn't seem to be offline anyone. But could be wrong, so just wait till those details come to light."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods. 'Interesting,' he says. "Glad to see you're still in fighting trim. I wonder what they were after; if Jazz was there, must have been something of import."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth yawned once more. "Well, I've not had to revive anyone, merely repair, so I'll agree such Sixshots statement." he'd nod, before shrug. "I was not apart of said mission, so I couldn't say." She'd move the tools to the sanitation sink, and start cleaning them, along with his hands.

      "Mmmm Should I be expecting anyone else for repairs?" He'd ask Sixshot, as he looked over his shoulder and raised a ridge. "Also, how fair you Onslaught? Not often you visit the medical bay for mere-pleasantries like many seem to do."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods, "Any such details will be revealed whenever the debriefing happens. While expect the General as they took several shots at him before could fully cover him with Darkstar. Don't believe too major but he will need to be attended to. He is no doubt tending to things after we returned to Kolkular."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods, still looking thoughtful as he mulls over what he's hearing. "Eh?" he says to Goth. "I'm doing well, thank you for asking. I was coming to see if any of my team were here; just wanting to make sure they're in good shape. It's been a while since I've seen them, thanks to some changes in my shifts."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nodded to Onslaught and Sixshot, and tapped his face platting and hemmed. "I've yet to see any of them this solar-cycles.. Hrm... Which is actually a bit strange, Vortex normally comes to poke his helm in at least once to natter at me." He'd then shakes thought form his head. "Have you tried radioing them?" He'd ask, before moving back to sit in his seat.

      "thank you for the heads up Sixshot, I will ensure we are ready once he comes in, then." He'd nod.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"Unless they chose to remain at the Rodion base I have no idea where Blast Off and Vortex are. Haven't seen the other two.", Sixshot replies to Onslaught.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods. 'Not yet," he says to Goth. "I don't want to disturb them if they're in a difficult situation." He nods to Sixshot as well. "Brawl and Swindle are more independently minded, particularly Swindle. Generally, no news is plausibly deniable news."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Fairly, Swindle is a bit.. Well, I don't mean to sound rude, but I cannot think of a better explanation. 'lazy' and I tend to see him napping more often than anything." He'd huff, really that was most his interactions with the mech. "Does seem level headed though." He'd nod.

      He'd hem. "Hrm, I suppose that is a valid point, that and they are not exactly incapable, mostly just found it.. Strange, Vortex has yet to come in." he'd say, thinly veiled what he ment.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods, "Well no doubt they will report in sooner or later. As long as their radios seem active they should be fine. Otherwise can go out and help search for the two if needed."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught's optics flicker a bit at Goth's assessment of his men. "He's...differently enthusiastic," he says. "When he wants to, he can be highly motivated."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth Ahs. "Ah, so he applies himself greatly to things that interest him, understood." He'd nod, figuring that was the best way to put it, he'd lean back in the chair and rest his cheek in his palm, drifting off slightly. "Mmm... Well.. Hopefully they arrive soon, need something to keep myself awake.."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks to Goth, "Need that much of a recharge, eh? If only Darkstar was patient. Only would have woke you or Dustoff if there was a emergency."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth lets out a grunt, and glances up at Sixshot. "...Mmm, Couldn't return to recharge after Darkstar woke me up, were I came, I not only had a much more... Nightly waking cycles, they were what my natural internal clock was set to by default due to the type of alt-mode I was forged with." He'd huff, and then snort.

      "He's a 'spacer' through-in-through, weather he acknowledges the prissy-needy, and over exaggerate dramatics or not... Just Wish I had the power to actually tell him to frag off, but a-lass." he'd smirk. "...Hmph, but even Dustoff has trouble telling him to go away, and he's the same rank as you."

**Soundwave has posed:**
At this point, the others may notice that Soundwave has entered the room. He just... is there all of a sudden, quietly looking at Goth and Sixshot, one blue hand reaching up to slowly rub at his temples.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot ponders before he nods, "He does seem to follow the stereotype. But from what I've seen he's a tough and stubborn mech. Honestly never seen the need for the rivalries of spacers, groundpounders, etc. I may have multiple modes but that doesn't make me superior, otherwise I wouldn't train. Cause I know out somewhere could be someone that can best me."

 Upon Soundwaves arrival he stands at attention saying, "General."

**Goth has posed:**
     "He's also very arrogant... Eh, I never quite understood it myself since I came here, as I am both ground, and air capable, with the ability to scale wall faces with ease." He'd explain, at least this conversation was keeping him awake. "Though the more time I spend on this planet, the more I come to realize why such a thing is prevalent in the culture." He'd hem.

      Goth would glance over to see Soundwave and then back to Sixshot and then-- Wait, how the absolute frag did Goth not hear ihm come in?! Goth's helm snaps back to look at Soundwave, the ears on his helm swiveling forward. "Sir." Goth would state calmly, even though he felt a little like he just got caught with his hand in the energon-goodie jar.

**Soundwave has posed:**
Soundwave glances to Sixshot, giving him a nod. "At ease," comes the monotone voice. Somehow, there's almost a note of tiredness to the otherwise flat inflection of his speech. "Sixshot: repaired?" he asks of the mech. Turning to Goth, he states, "Soundwave: in need of repairs. Physical damage to strength and systems." He rubs at that spot on his forehead, then drops his hand down. "Circuitry also slightly amiss."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot relaxes before he nods saying, "Yes Goth finished up earlier this cycle. Made sure he was prepped for you coming in." He moves aside to give Soundwave some room and let the medic do his work.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would nod as Sixshot reports what he was about to. "As he stated, take a seat on one of the berths." He'd instruct, before he'd take a vent to calm his startled circuits, and pushed himself up, pulling over a clean set of tools for himself to begin work, starting with a diagnostic as he worked on repairing the visible damage.

      "Hmm, Yes, Sixshot and Darkstar mentioned that things had gone rather chaotic last lunar-cycle... So I've had at least some prep-time for whatever happened." he'd explain, working a bit slowly, he definitely Wasn't Dustoff, but was definitely not about to screw this up.

**Soundwave has posed:**
Soundwave nods to Sixshot and sits down on the assigned berth. He remains mostly silent, as he usually does, but there's something even more pensive than usual with him. It's almost like he's a bit... distracted? Eventually, he turns to look at the other two, still sitting still for Goth to do his work. "Last cycle... chaotic, affirmative. Autobot strike force aimed to destroy my work. Succeeded. Project would require starting over from scratch." There's a sort of lingering pause after that, as if he's gone back deep in thought.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot finds a seat as he listens to Soundwave and nods. He takes note of how the mech is acting but is unsure if he should question it. Instead he simply says, "Unless others were hiding I can confirm that it was Jazz along with Starlock, Nightbeat and Whirl at the scene. Second Autobot encounter in Rodion immediately Blurrs sabotage attempt."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would raise a ridge at that, but he knew better then to ask, command didn't usually share that sort of thing with anyone outside of those that needed to know, but he could understand the frustration of someone destroying one's work, he'd briefly think back to his home planet, and all the data, research and projects he lost when his past living space came collapsing down. he'd let out a huff, keeping his own stoic composure.

      "Ahh... I can emphasis, the amount of work put in, only to have to tediously recreate it due to someone utterly destroying all data." He'd grumble, looking down at the work he finished. "How does that feel?"

      There was a spike of concern form Goth as he listened to Vortex over the communlink, even though goth didn't outwardly express it, he was quite worried for the rotary, and very aware of what he was speaking about.

**Soundwave has posed:**
"Affirmative," Soundwave agrees with Sixshot. "Increasing security in area." He is quiet as Goth speaks, looking down towards the distant floor. How does it feel? He's... not actually entirely sure. The spymaster looks back up at the other two.

"Why do you fight for the Decepticon cause?"

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot raises a optic ridge at the question. Looking to Goth then to Soundwave he says, "Because I still believe in Megatrons vision of a changed Cybertron. The Senate is already so all that leaves is finishing this war. Cause I believe here is the only place I can find a purpose beyond my destructive capabilities. Yes for the moment that means I'm a weapon but its under my own terms."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth blinks, well, there was a loaded question, and he'd scratch at his face plate, glancing back at Sixshot, and then to Soundwave. He had.. Originally joined for his own selfish reasons, and benefit, however now.... It was a bit more complicated. He had Dustoff, who he was hard-pressed to let go of; There was also that, dare he think, or say, that he had /friends/ again, in Vortex, and Blast Off, with Scrapper and Sixshot becoming close to that same area!

      Hells, he even thought of Darkstar as a friend, despite the Mech caring only for himself, and the only relationship he would have with another is one that would purely benefit him; This planet was.. he'd also begrudgingly admit despite his own personal biases, and distante, his new home, as he had nowhere else to go.

      "A question with no simple answer for I, sir." He'd respond.

**Soundwave has posed:**
Soundwave listens intently as Sixshot and then Goth speak. His red visor watches the sixchanger, helemt almost imperceptibly nodding as he talks. He can sense what they say as well as hear it, since snatches of thoughts or feelings are always there, always in his head. "You sacrifice because you believe it will... focus your energies on something productive..." It's almost a question, almost a retelling of what he thinks Sixshot just said.

Then he looks to the bat. He picks up snatches of things and yet... "War is not simple." He still looks at Goth expectantly.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot slowly nods as he replies, "Better then whatever purpose I could have been used for by the old regime. My mind staying my own unlike possibly some I left behind. One least appears the same but conflicted as he always was. But he is one I wouldn't attempt to change and accept I will have to fight them." The who doesn't become obvious as he focuses his thoughts .

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth clicks his jaw as he sits himself back down in his chair, and places his cheek in his hand, thinking, looking for the words that would not give away to much, but wouldn't give to little. "....A chance to start over."

      Yes, that sums it up well, he could never go home, he could never get back who, and what he lost, or all that time he spent alone on that ship, adrift in space. He'd close his optics. "...It has.." He'd spin his claw as he thought. "Given me purpose, in which I'd lost." He'd nod.

**Soundwave has posed:**
Soundwave remains focused on what the others say. As for the one Sixshot speaks of... he can guess. "Yes. We have... lost brothers, sisters to splits in views. Both sides largely believing that they are right." His gaze lowers again. "At great cost, sometimes." He looks to Goth. "Another... who found purpose. Decepticon cause leading... lost sparks to focus and purpose."

He brings one hand towards his own chest. "Also... found focus," he admits. "Made sacrifices." Something in his demeanor seems to harden a moment. "No regrets." Then a pause, and... "Though... rightful path can be ...murky sometimes."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks to Goth as he speaks and nods as he looks to Soundwave, "A great cost, indeed." He doe think of his past moments as master and student before saying, "That path can become clear or simply find another. We all have our personal reasons but we have found something to unite us. So best to press on as we have for so long, as the Commander would."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Hmph, I may not know War as well as you two might, but I did once lead my own little band of misfits.. So, I can attest to those statements, holding true." He was partly drifting off as he rested there, thinking back on how his own path started: He'd tried to tell them.... He'd tried to show them... They wouldn't listen, and when he was about to be right... They took /everything/ from him. The fractures in Goth's thoughts and mind where starting to become apparent in that clean and organized thinking space of his.

**Soundwave has posed:**
"It does unite us," Soundwave nods to Sixshot. "And we \*shall\* win." He falls silent a moment there, then turns to Goth. He can sense some of the fractured thoughts- it's not unheard of- many came into the war traumatized, stressed, already in turmoil. He has believed in lofty goals for the cause but... he's begun to wonder at what cost, sometimes. "Affirmative. Must remain true to ourselves and the cause. Set example." He rubs at his head panels where the circuits zapped him, "Head circuitry in order, then?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth had actually started slipping into recharge as he started recalling some memories of his past group, only to quickly snap himself out of it and blink tiredly. "Wha.. oh.. Hmm" he'd push himself up and double check the diagnostics, and nodded. "Will have quite the helmache for a some breems to kilks yet, but seems so."

**Soundwave has posed:**
"Understood," Soundwave's monotone voice replies to the medic, then he gets up from the berth. Straightening and refocusing, the spymaster gives a nod to the bat. "Repairs: satisfactory." He falls quiet before adding, "Thank you." Then the General turns and heads out the door.