1135/Couples Training

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

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was once more in the training arena, only this time he was in his robot mode with a pair of protective goggles, and a heavy protective set of gloves on, while he was tinkering with the injector tank of what looked to be one of his throwing drones. He looked a bit engrossed in his work, before he bounced it up and down in his hand and threw it at the nearby practice drone.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot walks into the training room and looks around. Noticing Goth he says nothing as the other mech seems to be focused on their work. Moving off to the side he pulls a sword and sheath from subspace. Pulling the blade out, he idly studies it before glancing back to the medic as he sends the drone to attack, "You make that yourself or had it commissioned?"

**Goth has posed:**
     And for a change he doesn't miss.. and instead of the typical behaviour expected, it instead explodes in a cloud of sickly green gas, which causes Goth to grin as he brings his arm up to protect one of his vents as he backs up to attempt to prevent himself from accidently intaking it into his own vents.

      "Well now, that seems to be working propper... Now to modify the fluid mixture to be as volatile as cybertronianly feasible and then-- Hrm?" His ear twitched as he heard the training arena doors open, and he looked back from his scientific and technical ravings to see who'd just walked in.

      "Ah, Lieutenant..." he'd push his goggles up to look at Sixshot. "Build them myself, did so while helping Scrapper in building and developing a set of explosives he could use out on the field, to help in taking down Autobot base defences.. Currently toying with a possible new mixture to slip into their tanks, as they normally directly inject it into a bots fuel lines."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot makes sure he is far enough from the green cloud as he witnesses the results. He listens before nodding, "As always scientists come up with the most interesting and lethal weapons. So what will the substance do once interacts with their fuel?" Sheathing the blade, he maglocks it onto his waist. The sixchanger for the moment does seem interested in whatever Goth is working on. Both in how it works on enemies and how best to avoid if ever come necessary.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff steps into the training room for the \*gasp\* second time in a week?!?! Something must be terribly wrong. Like...maybe the medbay burned down or something for him to pull away from all that...medicinery and stuff.

Not really. He's just in to see what's going on out of curiosity.

**Goth has posed:**
     And Dust off would get it in the form of Goth rambling. "Well, currently, It curdles ones fuel into a thick sludge, however if ones systems are up to date, it's only an issue for so long, but still, it causes an enemy to use more fuel then necessary, and currently, it eats through to whatever system it gets into first, given it's a acidic based substance, I'm currently trying to modify it to completely volatile, and then attempt to see if I can't make it specific target the bindings of a bots internal armor." He'd explain as he pulled another drone from his subspace and pulled his goggles back down and started tinkering with it.

      "That's to say, a completely volatile mixture would be amusing to play with sometimes, but chance does not favor I, so I'd only need it for so long to isolate what I am looking for, and see if I cannot find a much more fuel efficient way for myself to use and create such, as currently, like most of my systems before Dustoff's work, are incredibly fuel inefficient, and for some reason or another burn through it incredibly fast." He'd continue, gesturing his screwdriver up in the air as he did, so in a bit of an animated way, before bringing it back down to fiddle with the new drones tank.

      His ear then twitches, finally registering that the door had opened once more, he'd then glance back to see, and his whole body posture perks up slightly and he smiles. "Speaking of, Hello there darling." He'd chuckle.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"I see, so able to impede in multiple ways. Can see how that can be useful.", Sixshot says as he watches Goth work. He nods in greeting to Dustoff, "Know least one part of my system is not easy to keep up to date. But thats cause of the rare material. Not many others than myself have a dark matter fission cell."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff listens to the science being scienced and pulls up a chair to sit by the two as he nods. "Yeah...speakin' of me...here I be." He gives a soft laugh and stretches a bit so he can get nice and comfortable. "So...how's th' trainin' goin'?" He then looks at Sixshot... Dark matter fission... hrm. He doesn't say much on it, just gives a slight nod.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Ahhh, space material typically collected from black holes and the like, not something easy to get to." He'd muse simply as he mulled over the thought, before letting out a soft chuckle at Dustoff.

      "Ahh minor break, decided to toy with my drones for a bit until then, figured you'd enjoy if I didn't set these off down in the lab below the medical bay." He'd chuckle, bouncing the drone in his hand once more before winding up his shot, and chucked it at the training drone once more.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods but doesn't comment, instead he watches as once more the drone is tossed saying, "Better than how Shockwave seems to carry out his experiments. Heard he's been busy and some of his new pets loose."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff shoots a look at Sixshot as Shockwave is mentioned. Still, nothing is said on the matter about the one-eyed mech probably having ears everywhere... because what Decepticon doesn't?

He looks back as the drone is hit by a drone and gives a soft chuckle. "Seem pretty effective... when do ya think yer gonna let 'em loose in a battle?" He glances at the system readouts to get a better idea of the effects the little drones had on the training sim.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would grin as it strikes. "I think my aim is improving slightly though." He'd state, before a familiar light started rapidly blinking on his one ear and he'd let out a vent, hunching over and placing his hands on his knees, his fuel system whining at him about just how those two shots had drained him.

      His ears then fell back against his helm as Shockwave was mentioned, he'd then clear his voice box and pushed himself back up to standing, after letting his systems catch back up to him. "Hmph.. Yes.. Yes that mess." He'd cringe. He'd then turn to Dustoff and nodded.

 "Indeed, Their ment for combat purposes, slow down and weaken targets for my teammates to take advantage of."

      The systems read out would likely show that the drone is using more fuel then necessary, as well as having a few heavily damaged systems.. Also when was the last time this thing was reset?

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks between the two mechs, "Nothing against him, he's in his position for a reason." What that reason is few can say. He listens to the pair before adding, "Certainly needed on the battlefield. No doubt you'll work out any problems it has since seems effective."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff shrugs. "I dunno... I've never really taken shots at it lately, so...good question for whoever's here." He grunts and then turns the displays off and looks back out at the other two mechs and pulls out his flask, sipping from it. "Well...either which way, those things seem t' be workin'... though, also seem like properly power-hungry too... ya doin' alright?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would nod to Dustoff and move over to reset the drone. "Yes.. Yes I should be now, however that normally would prove an issue on the field.." he'd grumble in thought mulling over the math and statistics, and knitting his ridges in a cringe, before making his way over to Dustoff and thought, tapping on if those thick gloves against his face plate, and then back to Sixshot.

      "Well, if both Sixshot and you are interested, I'm sure we can go a round in a bid to see how things turn out." He'd chuckle, starting to remove his gloves and goggles, not completely expecting that offer to be taken up.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot ponders a bit as he looks between the two mechs before saying, "We can if you both are interested." He waits to hear Dustoff's answer as he checks his own systems.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff grins a bit and then gives a light shrug. "I...eh, guess so?" He pushes himself up and pulls his rifle out of a subspace pocket, giving it a look over. "I ain't...front-line, but I can at least stand in an' see how things go, yeah? Never know...might even get a lucky shot or three in."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would look slightly surprised that Dustoff agreed, but he wasn't about to knock it, a slight smile forming on his face as he nodded to his partner and walked out onto the field, transforming into his familiar, much larger, alt-mode, and interestingly, not activating his cloaking, and instead took a defensive stance immediately.

      "Worth an attempt." He'd smile, and a very good chance for him to get an idea of what Dustoff could do.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff nods and...really probably couldn't hold up against a proper scrapper anyway, but hey... a fight's a fight, yeah? He steps into the training area proper and triple-checks his rifle before dropping into a stance as well. "Righ' then... Sixers, you comin' in too?"

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot doesn't immediately pull his blasters from subspace as he studies the pair. Internally he notes to not go too hard even if this is a simulation as he says, "I will join but which of you want to make the first move?" Shifting himself into a defensive stance to see what the medics do.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would glance over the field, and then Dustoff, and then to Sixshot. "Well, if your offering..." And with that, Goth was first to lunge, his training with Darkstar being ever apparent in his bats movements, he would take a hard swing at the Six-changer, and clicked on his personal radio frequency to Dustoff.

      "<<Right then, going to make an attempt to whittle away at his defences, he also has some form of cloaking tech I will also warn.>>" He'd state, informing Dustoff of what he'd observed of Sixshot in their combat together.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot quickly braces himself as the beastformer makes, forcing him back. Glancing down at the acid burns he nods but says nothing. One hand goes to the hilt of his sword but then moves away as he studies Goth's movements. A smirk forms behind his faceplate as he moves forward, choosing to startsimple as he swings out at the bat.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff nods slightly and doesn't exactly go for a shot straight-away, instead pulling out a small cannister and checking the tab on it. Hmph...right, what's the expiration date on these things anyway? He just shrugs, pulling the pin and giving it a light toss to fall between Sixshot and Goth's position...and, well, his own as well, but hey, that's just a bonus.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth let out a grunt as he was struck, but his claws had hit their target and he could tell the acid was doing what it needed. He'd spit some energon away and looked down, noting the smoke bomb and covered his own optics with his wing as it would go off. His night vision sensors activate and Goth would use the cover to go after one of Sixshot's exposed fuelines, the beast former lunging once more at him cautiously this time.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot backs away as the smoke is launched and blocks his vision. He looks in the direction he believes Dustoff still is interrupted by the sudden strike. Letting out a grunt as the fangs sink in, his gears quickly start to shift. Transforming to his own beastmode he does his beast to attempt biting the bat back and forcing them aside if successful.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff isn't one to let an advangate go, and he hides behind the smoke and pulls his rifle out, taking careful aim and squeezing off a quick shot before taking his time to just...really make sure those teeth aren't going to come his way next. They look like they could hurt if they chance to land... no thank you very much.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth manages to use the smoke to his and is able to jerk out of the way before Sixshot can get his jaw locked on him. He'd then launch himself into the air above with a few hard flaps of his wings and also took note of Dustoff's shot, thinking quickly it was best he kept those fangs focused on him, but he did have a back up plan encase the he did go after Dustoff.

      "<<Attempting to drain his fuel, keep him from being able to shoot, if my experiences with Sky Lynx out in the field have taught me anything.. Thank you also for the smoke cover.>>" He'd then go into a dive and aim once more for Sixshot's exposed fuel lines, attempting to back the six-changer into a metaphorical wall by draining him of fuel.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot's optics narrow as the bat gets away, quickly looking around as the smoke starts to clear. He says nothing as he tries to find Goth but is too late to catch him as energon is once more drained. Emitting a growl as he checks his energon level he chooses not to cloak. Instead he quickly transforms once again, this one time into tank mode. Ignoring the beast he takes aim at Dustoffs position and lets loose a missile.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff takes the blast, grunts, and mutters something about plating going missing before he ducks around his cover and calls in on his tightbeam. <<How ya holdin' up there power-wise, bud?>> He takes a quick look at his rifle again...huh, well, nothing too bad there, he'll just have to repaint it. Probably. That's not bad at all... Still, it's an inconvenience...

And he's not looking too bad either, for that matter...hrm. Right then. Push the offensive it is... He transforms to make a break for his next cover-point, the gun atop his vehicle mode spinning up to lay down some supressive fire while he's at it.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth had kicked off Sixshot when he noticed him transforming and got himself into the air once more, and his optics narrow, while he'd been anticipating Sixshot eventually switching targets, he... Well, he goes without saying, that Goth was finding himself a bit more angry then he had anticipated, He'd have to force himself into a cooler state of mind.

      Seeing Dustoff quickly get back up did help in that matter, as well as hearing him. "<<Are you alright?>>" He'd ask first, before reporting the percentiles of his systems, and explaining something else over his Radio.

      After that quick moment he'd dive back down at Sixshot, noting that the Acid had cooled, time he fixed that! With an added audible snarl, he'd take another hard swing at Sixshot.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
This two on one is going different than the sixchanger expected, the pair proving to compliment eachother. Treads tear the ground as he attempts to move to avoid Dustoffs shot but is forced to tank them instead. Engines rumble as he starts to shift back to root mode to meet Goth as the bat slashes again. Ignoring the burns he chooses to unsheath his sword, aiming to quickly swing at the beastformer.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff grunts a bit...well, at least the fire's not coming his way, but now it's headed back at Goth. He alters his course and gets himself over to where the bat's brawling with the sixchanger, quickly transforming and, after a quick glance, slapping a quick-setting patch over the more grievous looking of the other mech's injuries... and probably just helping to cement in place the fact that, at the very least, this fight's probably not an easy one for Sixshot.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth hisses out in pain as that sword cuts right into him, the simulated damage starting to leak energon from said wound, he was definitely nearing critical, but he was still yet to hit it, Thankfully Dustoff does slide in to help tend to it, venting heavily he'd nod to Dustoff, but now that he was in close combat with Sixshot, he'd bring his other claw forward in response to that sword hilt.

      "I will Admit" he'd vent. "I'd expected this going /much/ differently."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot is forced back by the last hit, grumbling as he goes to one knee as his systems warn of depleted energon. Looking to the pair he says, "That I have to agree with. I concede this round."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff was about to bring his rifle around for another blast but...Sixshot concedes the match. He straightens up, checks his ammunition, and then gives a curt nod. "What'd you expect... I ain't front-line, but I can still hold m'self in a fight, even if I ain't got all th' missiles an' cannons an' such..." There's a chuckle as he slings his rifle over a shoulder and heads for the computer to get a glance at the readout. "Support. We ain't th' heavy hitters, but we still sting a bit..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth, venting heavily, stepped back, looking more than a little surprised. They won that? They really won that? Goth had expected to laid on his aft like every time he'd faced Darkstar, or Prowl, but.. Well. He'd look over to Dustoff and slowly a grin formed on his face. "Indeed, I.. Hah, I'm still.. Surprised, normally I'm knocked off the field quite quickly, or..." He'd chuckle, definitely in a much better mood then when he'd gotten riled up when Sixshot had targeted Dustoff.

      The monitor stated Goth's Read outs as followed:
      Health: 88 Percent.
      Fuel Levels: 36 Percent.
      Systems: 100 percent.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff gives a grin and looks at his own before dismissing them. "Right...well, 'nough playtime for me... gotta get back to th' Bay an' mess around with a few things." He subspaces his rifle deftly and pops a casual salute to the two. "Y'all behave and don't blow anythin' up that's important."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot stands back up as levels are reset by the training room. Detaching the sheath he returns the blade then subspaces both, "Just means I made a tactical error switching between the two of you. But it happens."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckled and gave a heistaint salute back to Dustoff, a smile still on his face and looked back to Sixshot and nodded. "Well, Yes, that normally is the issue when switching targets, I.. honestly don't know what sort of criticism to give, as I'd not expected to actually... Win that, but I would suggest watching your stance a bit more." He'd nod.

      Finally allowing the room to undo the simulated damage, and subsequently, patched damage. He was looking down at his claws as it did though, finding himself feeling just.. a little bit more confident.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods but doesn't comment as he makes his way out.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex wanders into the training room, looking for sensation probably. He has deep blade marks in his arms and thighs so we know hes been stabby today. "So hi guys. Anyone want to fight? Im getting numb to my own stabbing."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would look up from his own hands and.. Smiled at Vortex, he was in a good mood, clearly a bit tired, but in a good mood. "Ah, hello Vortex. I'd not be opposed to going a few more rounds today, Me and Dustoff just completed a ah...co-operative exercise, with Sixshot." He'd grin, also taking note of the gashes and cuts Vortex had done to his own frame. He'd turn to fully face the rotor, folding his arms behind him.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex should probably be discouraged. Hes been going pretty hard on the masochism as of late. "You spoil me gothy. But you sound tired."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught arrives at the training room, casting his optics about as if he's searching for someone. Apparently, his elder brother/team leader senses are tingling and he's come in search of brother Vortex.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Baah, I've had more intense workouts in my life time." He'd state, placing his knuckles on his hip platting, chuffing out, looking over the rotary.

      "Should relax on the cutting as well, look like you've had a chainsaw taken to you, and i'm certain some autobot wouldn't hesitate to use them as vantage points." He'd state, and step back onto the field proper, and then nodded to Onslaught as the other bot entered the room.

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom has actually been lurking in the shadows quietly for quite some time. How long, is anybody's guess, maybe he'd even been watching Sixshot, Goth and Dustoff go at it without participating or saying anything.

 However, as soon as Vortex says he wants to fight, the elusive seeker leaps out from the shadows and reaches forward to firmly grab ahold of Vortex's rotors with a crackling servo full of electricity.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught approaches Goth and Vortex, just as Phantom appears and attacks his fellow Combaticon. "Well, at least you're engaging in healthy exercise," he says. "For a change."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would blink seeing Vortex and Phantom starting to go at it, and looked to Onslaught with a raised ridge. He would take a few steps back to make room for the two, glancing down to Onslaught. "Mmm I have been attempting to help him in his combat abilities the past few Solar-cycles, he's very much improving."

      He'd smirk, watching as Vortex does what he does. "Also, good Lunar-cycle, Major." He'd state curtly, with a nod, and kept his arms folded behind him.

**Phantom has posed:**
And as Vortex does what he does, Phantom does what he does best - ghost. Vortex will reach forward to try and grab Phantom, but if he doesn't catch himself, he's going to faceplant onto the floor, because the elusive seeker enters phase at that moment.

 He laughs at the Combaticon, and winks at Onslaught in greeting. "Hey handsome," he says.

 Then he transforms, ascending. And as he does so, the atmosphere suddenly starts to feel strange - akin to the feeling one might get in a dream when running from an enemy, as if time or reality itself is slowing down or bending. Then, as soon as the feeling comes, it goes, snapping violently and rudely back to normalcy.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Yeah Im getting exersize!" he syas. "And training and stabbed!" He says. "And now I have a paramour." he chuckles. "OH look at you. Playing hard to get." he transforms and chases Phantom. "Why don't you come out for a whirl?" he says, as he releases a small, contained windstorm at Phantom!

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's snout scrunches, and he shakes his helm, ears flicking as he's only made mildly annoyed by Phantoms noise, but nothing that he'd hold onto and gives a flat look at Phantom which quickly fades into an amused grin as Vortex not only evades, but hits Phantom.

      "I see your putting our practice to good use." He'd grin a little proudly.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught grunts, startled as he's temporarily incapacitated by Phantom's attack. "You've been working with him, I take it?" he says to Goth. "Good, good. Vortex doesn't handle inactivity well. It tends to make him stropy."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex retorts "I'm not stropy!" He calls out "You're stropy, Ons. Primus stop being so Stropy!"

**Phantom has posed:**
The windstorm knocks him into a ceiling rafter, but Phantom doesn't dignify Vortex with a response. Instead, he just enters phase and disappears into a wall. If Vortex thought he had been playing hard to get before, well, the elusive seeker is taking it to whole new level.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex sees the jet disappear. "Come back my Conjunx!" he cackles. "Phaaaan Phaaan." he calls "Come get soooooome."

**Goth has posed:**
     "And he's learned a new word." He'd state with a chuckle. His ears flicking upward as he keeps himself alert for Phantoms pressences... He'd then reach over and gives Onslaught a light flick to disperse the energy that had locked his servos... Bat did have medical training after all.

      "Indeed I have been." He'd girn. "Nearly bested me the other solar-cycle."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught chuckles. "Yes, well, I've been slowly increasing his vocabulary over the vorn," he says, optics brightening as he hears that Vortex nearly defeated Goth. "Good! Good! Vortex, don't get overconfident!"

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off strides into the room, looking intently down at a datapad, muttering to himself, then glancing up just in time to see Goth strike Onslaught. The shuttleformer tenses moentarily, but then as Onslaught seems completely at ease and in fact continues chatting with the bat, Blast Off draws in a deep vent of air and makes his way over to his Commander and the others, who he gives a courteous nod to. "Good evening. Onslaught..." He gives Ons an extra special nod, gaze lingering as he tries to read Ons' mood, then looks at each of the others, scanning the room.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex hasn't seen Phantom in like 5 minutes, so chasing air has got boring to him. He dives down at Blast Off as he enters, cackling. The helicopter says. "Helicopter fly by!" He cackles madly, flying back towards the celing.

**Phantom has posed:**
Once again, Phantom doesn't dignify Vortex with a response, or his presence. For all everyone knows, he could have left with zero intention to return.

 If he does come back, it probably won't bode well for Vortex, since the Combaticon's attention span is comparable to toddler's.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would glance around, scanning the room for Phantom, and then would shrug his Pauldrons and stepped back out onto the field. "Well, My offer still stands, if you wish to go a round or so Vortex." he'd then glance to Onslaught and Blast off in thought, but would shake such a thought off, as he ensured he was combat ready if vortex accepted.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught turns as he hears Blast Off's voice, his optics brightening at the sight of his teammate. "Blast Off! It's been too long since I've seen you. How have you been?" he asks. "Vortex is apparently in one of his moods again."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is already distracted. Hes busy buzzing Blast Off at this point, cackling to himslef. He may have completely forgotten Phantom's presence by now. Toddler attention span indeed! "What? a round ? ok goth, lets go!" He says as if hes not already in combat.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off doesn't seem too phased as Tex flies by... seems he's pretty used to life with the rotary. "Yes, yes, quite nice," he says, ducking slightly, then watching the chopper fly on. "Those new rotors do seem to suit you quite well." He glances over at Goth, giving him a nod, then turns to Onslaught. The shottleformer's own violet optics brighten and even seem to warm in tone as Ons greets him, his armor plates ruffling contentedly.

"I see," he says, his cultured voice betraying a hint of amusement as he glances to the rotary, then he steps closer to the truck. "I do apologize, Onslaught... I've been busy dealing with the business aspect of running a wine shop. So many numbers to crunch, as you know." He tilts his head, obviously happy to be where he is right now. "How have you been?"

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom finally returns, but he does so silently, content to remain a pair of gold optics lurking in the shadows near the back of the training arena. He observes Blast Off's interaction with Onslaught and chuckles darkly.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth take a stance and watch Vortex carefully for him to make the first move, since he was still in his Alt-mode.. An ear would twitch over to Phantom's direction, taking note but would otherwise keep his optics focused on Vortex. He would also nod to Blast off in greeting.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught's optics brighten even further at the mention of numbercrunching. "Do you need help?" he asks. "I mean, I wouldn't want to interfere with your bookkeeping system, but if there's any organizational assistance I could offer you, I'd be happy to do so!" He hruffs a little, perhaps embarassed by how overeager he sounds. "And, you never have to apologize for giving your business the attention it deserves. Your shop, it's an important thing. It deserves your care."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off nods eagerly at Onslaught's offer for help. "I-I'd appreciate that. I know how good you are with thise sort of minutiae." The shuttle's armor ruffles softly again as he looks quite pleased, there even seems to be a smile behind that faceplate. He brings one hand to grasp the other and adds, "No, no, you're not interferring, in fact you were a /great/ help the last time we went over the numbers- I've been using that system you showed me and it's increased my effeciency 1.6 percent!"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex finally just..transforms and lands. "Im bored with training now. Im going to go set my hand on fire." he says casually, landing. His attnetion span is less then normal today.

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom then emerges from the shadows wordlessly, extending an arm towards Goth. And before the mechabat can wonder or ask what the elusive seeker is doing, an all too familiar ripping sound can be heard right above his helm. Hadn't Goth warned him about opening these kinds of portals??

 The room shakes, and the floor vibrates oddly. For some reason, the rip Phantom is opening now seems to be deviating from the behavior of the portals Goth has seen before. A loud crackling sound will come from abyss-like hole and Goth will get a bad feeling that whatever he's attempting to do is really, really dangerous.

 The elusive seeker must have known somehow, innately, because after a moment, he closes his fist and the phenomenon stops. Wordlessly, he turns to leave, sparing no one a look. His expression is blank and distant as he enters phase, and disappears through a wall near the back of the training arena.

**Onslaught has posed:**
"Really!?" Onslaught says, sounding pleasantly surprised. "I would have thought it would improve things as much as, oh, 1.1 percent but it went as high as 1.6? That is truly splendid! Perhaps we could discuss your implimentation over drinks sometime?"

And then Vortex says he's going to go set his hands on fire. That's a bad sign! "Vortex, to me!" he says. "There are some things you and I need to go over. I was reading a treatise from Flail about the use of stress positions as a method of interrogation. I'd like your thoughts."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's optics settle into a flat look, now debating he thinks, and he remembers his days as a youth.. His own teacher would likely hucked him a crossed the room by now, and chidded him about how to pay attention. He's however distracted, and his optics narrow as Phantom basically tries to tear another damn hole in the fabric of reality again and.. Well.

      Goth's own training was paying off as the Bat /quickly/ leaps away, sparks flying as his claws scrape against the training arena flour as he slides away, and before he can call Phantom out on his stupidity, he's gone. "...Tsk, damn knock-off, swear is trying to fragging kill us all." He'd grumble.

      He'd then turn an Optic back to Vortex, and vent a huff, specially when he recalls the other bot was going to set his hand on fire.. So, Goth would stalk up to Vortex, in a bit of a bitter mood now, given what PHantom had just tried, and the bat was sure he'd attempted to kill him! and took a swing at Vortex's back with those Acid laced claws of his.

      "Shouldn't take your optics off an dangerous foe, even if we are in a controlled environment... As Phantom has so pleasantly demonstrated." He'd chuckle, hit or miss, he'd leave it at that, and let out a huff. "Later then, once your attention has returned to full." He'd smile, Phantom's attempts to rattle him were not getting to him too much.... Still a report will need to be made, so much for now blowing stuff up, like Dustoff had asked!

**Blast Off has posed:**
"Isn't it indeed?", Blast Off happily agrees with Onslaught, "I'd..." He pauses as apparently a portal to another world opens- then closes again. Wait, what? He stops and stares for a moment, then shakes his head. AHEM. His hands stay clasped in a sort of shy eagerless in front of him, "I'd... really like that. Maybe we can..." Have a date? No, no way can he say that! "Uh, we can meet somewhere for drinks, yes. That would be... lovely." He starts to follow Onslaught, then stops as Goth strikes the rotary. The shuttleformer squints a bit at the bat but says nothing, deciding to continue making his way out of the room.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex 's full attention is directed towards Onslaught as he gives his order. "Discuss? what did I do?" he says. "Oh. The treatise. I've been studying..ACK!" he jumps as Goth's claws dig into him. He shivers and gives a giggle. "I'd fight back. I really would. But I have to stop playing. I have...stuff I gotta read. Under orders and all. Later, Goth. Later. We'll play. I'll still wnat pain..later." he giggles at the acid.