1211/Viruses and Electrocution

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was awake, that was a surprise, he looked exhausted though, after all he was still cleaning up energon from where Vortex pretty much bled eeeverywhere, even if it had been a few solar-cycles, Gtoh was still finding spots he missed, and in a true neurotic fashion, had to get every one of them.

      He was also keeping a close optic of Vortex's vitals as he went, he'd vent out a huff as he plunked the scrub-brush into the bucket, and took a moment to relax himself.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex has been magnetized to a berth to keep him from running off, but today he rests deeply, actualy letting his bdoy recover. His optics flicker a bit and his hands clench and unclench as he dreams whatever nasty dreams a nut like him has. He murmurs to himself "Get away from my brother, Pharma. I will eviscerate you. I have my rotors. And they are HUGE".

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff steps into the medbay and just...takes stock of things. Certainly, he saw the reports, as well as the medical files to date, and...well, this was the time to just put them all together visually and really get a feel for things.

"Sounds like he's rememberin' Garrus..." He grunts, stepping over to get a better look at the readouts, charts, and otherwise... "Seems stable, though. Been respondin' well to th' sedatives an' all that nonsense?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's ears perked up at the two familiar voices, one being Vortex, the other being Dustoff's, he'd look over from where he was sitting on the floor in bot mode and smiled at Dustoff, nodding simple. "Indeedly so, and so far, he did pass out on originally reactivation of his pain sensors however..."

      His optics settled into a half lidded position as he crossed his arms. "It's Vortex, I couldn't get a proper answer if it was something wrong or not due to his masochism and had to rely solely on the read outs and diagnostics."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hehs... "Yeah, 's true... hard t' tell if he's...hurtin' or just...himself." He grumbles a bit. "Prolly both." He leans in to get a proper look at the actual injury itself. "So... how close is it to, uh...th' more delicate stuff, hmm?" He thinks a moment before (probably for Vortex's sake) giving the rebar a light flick.

**Goth has posed:**
     "An inch off from striking his spark directly." He'd respond, his lips twitching back in a cringe as he kept his arms crossed. "Hit a major fuel line and bled /everywhere/" He'd gesture to the now (mostly) spotless medical bay.

      "I removed what I could to take off some of the weight off of it where it wouldn't aggravate the wound and enlarge it, and repaired most of the surrounding damage I could However given the nature of everything." He'd cringe once more.

      "Figured I'd keep him magnetized to the berth to actually rest and allow you to look over the repairs to catch anything, where he wont keel over upon getting up." He'd vent.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hmms. "But it ain't touchin' th' spark? Well, that's a good thing..." He thinks a moment and then glances at Vortex. "I'll...think 'bout it." He chuckles softly and pulls over some tools to get to work. "I've...got some ideas, but I'm gonna keep 'em a secret, Tex."

He looks over at Goth briefly. "Good work, by th' way..." He sizes up the work still left to do before getting to work. "How'd ya even manage t' get stuck by a piece o' buildin' anyway?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pauses "I totally wasn't even thinking of Juris's rotors!" he snaps "If ya say otherwise I'll deny it." He grunts. "Goth is awesome. I wouldnt be here right now if he wasnt there." he says. "Blurr threw me into one of those old falling down buildings an I took a wall to my spark casing. Or was it Jazz? Might have been starlock. I'll slag all of them to make sure."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth smiled and nodded. "I'm glad to hear, I did not feel necessarily skilled enough to remove what was left, and figured it be best to let you handle it, and at least keep him stable." He'd vent a statsfied huff.

      He'd quirk a ridge at Vortex as he push himself up and got himself into his own chair up in the medical bay. "It was Blurr, according to Sixshot's report." He'd correct. "I suspect the energon loss and trauma may have affected his memory slightly."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff continues his work deftly and rather calmly, anchoring what's left of the debris and keeping it from moving while carefully enlarging the opening around it. "An'...yeah, trauma can totally mess with memories... scrambled logic circuits an' all are pretty...uh, hard t' fix." He pauses to think a bit. "Wonder what'd happen if we jus' hooked up high voltage relays to th' spark... Hmm."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex hear s that and considers. "I think Im doin good. If you let hte magnets up I can probably return to work." he seems rather afraid of that concept.

**Goth has posed:**
     There's an amused snrk from Goth as he leaned his cheek into his palm. "Quite sure given the electrical reaction, would likely cause some sort of explosion that would result in a quick burn out." He'd respond. "But that's merely a theory." He'd chuckle.

      "Noo Vortex, going to let Dustoff finish repairing you." He'd grin as he glanced over to the chopper.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff chuckles faintly. "Eh... I won't. Y' ain't th' sort I'd like t' break outright..." He carefully starts to draw out the debris. "Now... don't move...or I might not have a say in whether or not we see how painful this can get... yeah?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pauses. "I feel great though." there is hightened spark activity as fear hits him. "I shouldnt sleep in here. Really." he says. "Stop threatening me with wonderfu pain when Im nervous." h e gives a distant chucle. "This is serious."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckles, and shakes his helm, Dustoff had managed to spook the rotor. "You? serious? I suspect that only happens once in a cybertronian blue-moon, due to the weight and nature of the situation." He'd smile.

      "Don't worry Dustoff, the berths stull magnetized so he shouldn't be able to move /too/ much... Least we won't have him trying to escape once more." He very much remembered when Dustoff shot Vortex that one time.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff glances up at Dustoff. "Do I look worried?" He flashes a grin and then goes back to his task, falling quiet for a good moment before finally dropping the metallic piece into a pan nearby and setting to sealing up the chamber proper. "So... 'Tex, speak now or forever hold yer peace... ya want somethin' in there you can use t' give yerself a light...jab from time t' time?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pauses. "Wait what? SOmething in the spark chamber I can use to cause pain?" he says. "You spoil me. Leave it" he chukles, his spark actually fluxuating in excitement.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Not at all." Goth chuckles at Dustoff as he relaxed there, closing his optics, thinking to himself in that peaceful moment, he'd open an optic and his ear twitch forward as he remembered. "Ah, I also tended to Sixshot's wounds once he returned." He'd nod. Goth was rather exhausted so he was more subdued then normal.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff chuckles softly. "Eh... as ya wish..." He finishes sealing things up without the introduction of foreign objects or other such...strange devices, and then takes the piece of rebar, bottling it up and giving it to Vortex. "Here ya go... a keepsake."

And with that, he pushes himself back and rests slightly in his chair, thinking a moment. "Now then... th' big question... should we release th' maglocks or jus' let 'im sit there an' suffer a bit for our amusement..." He chuckles and grins lightly.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chuckles. "AWesome I get some rebar." He says. "Wait you know what I want. I cant wait to stretch my rotors."

**Goth has posed:**
     "I suggest a compromise, keep them engaged for a few cycles until the welds settle where they don't break upon him getting up." He'd chuckle, grinning widely over at Dustoff as he leaned further onto the arm rest, to tilt his helm towards Dustoff.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hehs. "Yeah... I do." He pushes a button to release Vortex and sighs softly. "Try not t' get blown up any time soon, yeah? Those welds ya really don't want to rupture until they settle in proper. We'll...torment ya later, 'Tex." And then he sets his datapad off to the side to free up his hands so he can give Goth a light pat between the ears. "Now...bring me an Autobot...an' I've got all kinds of medical science to test..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth blinked, having not expected that, but he's not going to complain, fact he relaxes some, even letting out a low purr in response, which he would attempt to quickly hide and muffle out of embarrassment, he'd let out vent.

      "I'd enjoy seeing what you'd do, taking... Subjects, alive has never been really my forte, as that's normally reserved for..." He'd glance up and curl his fingers in ward and outward as he thought. "Special... Cases."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex skitters off his berth and salutes "Yes, sir." he says. "Im gonna play with my new obtrusion." he tries to focus his spark on it and giggles.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff gives a slight grin and then relaxes back. "Well then! That'll be that..." He pulls out a flask to take a sip. "Enjoy walkin' 'round again, Rotors. An' if ya get out on th' battlefield again, give 'em slag." He kicks his feet up to rest where he's at.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chuckles "Will do! Thanks Dustoff. I have a repungus to talk to." he lifts his head. "If hes ever online."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth hrms. "That has been an issue of late, hasn't it? them being to stubborn." He'd vent, standing up and transforming back to his bat-mode, stretching, and groaning. "Uhg.. spent far to long in my root mode." He'd grumble, rubbing at his back, he'd then glance over to Dustoff.

      "Hmm, on a different note, I ensured everything transferred over safely once the proper technicalities of separating Operations and Medical were done by command the other solar-cycle." He'd wave his hand, making his way over to Dustoff.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff ohs? He gives Vortex a grin. "Yeah... you talk to 'im an' do what ya need t' do..." He looks back at Goth and chuckles softly. "Proper separation, eh? Well, 's a good thing... hopefully that ain't gonna kill our budget. Or maybe it'll kill theirs." He considers that a moment. "Heh...guess we'll jus' have to see."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pauses "Not avaiable righat now but soon.. I have some great ideas."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth took a seat beside Dustoff and nodded to Vortex in acknowledgment. "Hopefully, Honestly surprised we've not had another mess like with the prison." He'd vent and then grumble in thought. "Command still wishes for the analyzation regarding the virus." He'd grumble.

      "It seems they are under the impression it can be made into another form of contagion, but considering what I told you." He'd nod at Dustoff. "I'm hesitant to inform them that /may/ not be the case."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hmms? "Jus'...give 'em the truth. Or...if yer enterprisin', build somethin' that does somethin' an' give it to 'em as th' result of that analysis." He chuckles softly. "Always capitalize on opportunity given to ya."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts "Why are we keeping prisoners if I cant question them anyways?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth grunts, and nods to Dustoff, relaxing there momentary with a vent. "Suppose I am overthinking it, have it a bit trained into me to deliver results, or do not give anything at all." He'd nod sagely.

      "A good question Vortex, a good question indeed."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff shrugs at Vortex's observation. "Dunno... couldn't say. Might jus' be a logistical thing or...who knows, eh? I say get in on it an' just do yer thing. Initiative's a good deal." He then looks at Goth and grins wryly. "Oh, yer still deliverin' results, just /your/ results, not somethin' you ain't controllin'. Build a new virus, or some...corruption thingy or such, an' then market it as th' results of yer research into Pharma's work. It's bein' productive, deliverin', an'...well, puttin' yerself in a good spot."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts "I ont care if the virus is gone or not. I just want ot be the one to do Pharma in. Its...personal ok?" He asks, looking distant.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth tapped at his chin in thought, ceiling up at the ceiling as he did so and nodded. "Fair enough, I suppose I should attempt to see how they'd react to the results, after all the accelerated disintegration theory and concoction that could be continuously produced from it is better than nothing." He'd muse, before bringing his hand down.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff looks at Vortex and grins slightly. "If Pharma ends up under my knife, I'll turn 'em over to ya." He nods curtly and then looks at Goth. "Exactly... capitalize on th' opportunities given t' further your goals an' ambitions. Build somethin' that needs testin' an' we'll test it in th' field on Autobots. Or...y'know, whoever happens t' be available."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex purrs "You all spoil me rotten to the core. I love it" he says.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckled. "That does sound like it would be fun." He'd grin. "But yes, that does sound reasonable, I do apologize for some of my heistaintsy. I'm still far not used to sharing most of my research due to... Well, not working with large groups, or... Repercussions, for it not being satisfactory." He'd nod.

      He'd then Yawn and placed his helm lightly on Dustoff's lap. "I'll have to submit a report later."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff grins and rests a hand on Goth's head, relaxing where he's at and giving a faint grunt. "Mph...well, if things go bad, blame Pharma." He chuckles softly. "I'm sure it'll work out for th' better..."