1033/The Institute of Lower Learning

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar meanders into the Medical Bay reading a datapad in one hand, while tossing a metal sphere into the air with the other. He seems to be very focused on the reading material, the datapad containing information on how to construct an electromagnet. "Hahahaha... Ahhh-hahahaha!" Apparently something was very funny. The spacer heads over to one of the medberths and takes a seat, seeing that Dustoff wasn't here he probably wouldn't be kicked out for loitering. "Hahaha... Oh, yes! That's gonna work out \*very\* nicely..." he muses to himself, ignoring everything that is around him for the time being. "Mmmm... Prowl. You an' me are gonna dance."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is sitting by himself on his medbed, obeying the medics. He kicks the wall a bit, his optics focused on the ceiling. "Boooored." as we know , a bored Vortex is a dangerous one.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Bored, bored, bored... You need a hobby, mech," Darkstar tells Vortex while he continues soaking in the information on the datapad. Scroll, scoll, scroll... See, Darkstar knew how to keep himself occupied! "You're still here... Why're you still in here?" the spacer couldn't help wondering, though he never looked away from his educational reading.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "I know, right?" he says. "Medics told me I can't leave the berth yet. I apparantly have some heavy processor damage." he says, turning his head away to avoid anyone seeing the way his optic still flickers or the hint of slur in his voice. "It's not permanant, I hope If it is, then I have a lot more to worry about. And so does Pharma."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Because he's still not medically cleared, and not combat capable." He'd state bluntly form his own berth, he was wide awake, but not in a bad mood, even if he sounded like it, and vented a huff. "What is it Darkstar?" He'd ask, lookingo ver to the spacer.

      "Well your slurring and motor controls are improving so I doubt it's going to be completely permanente, if you allow it to heal, and not over exert yourself, that is." He'd add on.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar is quiet for a moment, while soaking in some of what he's been reading. So, the wire needs to be wrapped around a good conductor. Check. Then the wire needs to be attached to an appropriate energy source like a battery, preferably one that doesn't require energon for simplicity. Got it! "...They tell you that after or \*before\* you got locked up?" the space-alt teases, that familar Darkstar smirk forming then. "Oh yeah, Pharma... Still don't get why we can't just enslave the mech, and force 'im to work for The Cause."

    "Oh! Bats... You're awake, eh? Welcome to the conversation then," Darkstar replies before shrugging his pauldrons. "What's what?" Goth was likely asking about what he was reading or laughing about, but that was unclear so the spacer gave the Beastformer room to elaborate. "Oooo... Could use that, \*or\* some more of the acid. \*That\* might work even better..." Who ever thought that creating new weapons would be so much fun?

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex sighs. "Yeah I keep getitng to those warnings about overexerting myself." he says. "I keep shutting them off but I do have to admit it gives me a headache like you wouldnt believe." he pauses "I was fine before I got locked up. Well maybe not fine fine but functional." He says. "I wouldnt want to enslave him. If he rebels he'll do what he does to others. We dont need more sadists. He doesnt know the sadist pecking order around here anyways." he says.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Well you've come in here speaking aloud, reading aloud, your either a noisy reader, or looking for imput or looking for something else." Goth would respond dryly. "And given the sounds, it's something on weapons design." He'd add.

      "I also believe that it is because Pharma is known to manufacture things such as plagues, and wouldn't hesitate to unleash one upon us if ever captured. Mainly making him too dangerous to keep /alive./" He'd explain before chuckling at Vortex. "Yes, yes, that as well" He'd smile.

      "I'd suggest staying down then, It's not a safe idea to just ignore such in this case, given the heavy damage you sustained."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar offers a "Meh," before shrugging again. "We could always put a bomb inside of 'im, and if he gets outta line at all we just..." The Decepticon spacer makes a gesture with his hands, conveying the message that they would just blow Pharma to pieces. "Boom." That said, the mech grins broadly as if that was something he'd actually enjoy seeing happen 'in the chrome'. "M'sure you'll be back to your old self in no time, Heli-Bot."

    "I wasn't speaking aloud..." Darkstar replies to Goth with a scoff. He wasn't-- was he? Maybe a little laughter... Oh right, he was doing that. "Yeah, weapons design. I'm just soakin' up some good ol' fashioned know-how right now. Got some ideas," he'd explain while tapping the side of his helm with the datapad before looking back to the text. "Some ideas that're gonna make our enemies hurt...a lot." Hahahaha!

    "What... We can't just limit his access to the materials he'd need to produce that kinda stuff? C'mon... We ain't amatuers here. Or...are you?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gives Darkstar a flat-look. "Yes you where, mentioned acid, which you've provided in the past for work on your missiles and the like after the prison break." He'd point out, rolling carefully onto his chassis, to face Darkstar at least upright.

      Goth would just give Darkstar another look. "No, however I know better than to mess with forces that have his intel file heavily secured... Likely in connection to whatever this.. Institute is." he'd add with a spin of his wrist.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex props himself up but isnt getting off the berth for the time being. "Yeah, I figured as much." he says. "Come on, show us what you got. I'd like to see it." he says. "A bomb inside him isnt a bad idea but sitll. He might work that out. I want something permanant, Spacecase. I want him to see my face before he dies." He says. "He tried to extract my brothers Spark, Darkstar. That is unforgivable." no hes not mad at Pharma for beating him to an inch of deactivation. Its trying to extract his brothers spark that did it. "The institute can eat my shiny interface cable." he syas. "You know what places like that do with guys like me?"

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Yeah, yeah... So the Bat Bot was right. He was talking when he came into the medical bay. Darkstar doesn't seem to dwell on it for long, if at all to be honest. After all there were probably a lot of things that other mechs were right about that Darkstar wasn't, but dwelling on any of that for more than a moment was beneath a true warrior. "Heheh- yeah... Ya' got me." The Institute though, that's the second time he'd heard that come up in conversation about Pharma. "You seen the file on this...institute?"

    Darkstar finally lowers his datapad, having just finished the chapter in full. Optics flashed as he looked to Vortex, and the datapad found itself flying through the air toward the Combaticon. "Catch," he'd say perhaps a bit late all things considered. "I do hate ta' see potential assets wasted... But if everyone's on the same datapage about offlining the mech for good then I ain't about to argue. Though let's be fair... I wasn't sayin' we should \*forgive\* the fragger. Enslavement can be a lot harder on a mech than just taken' 'em out for good."

    What does a place like The Institute do to guys like Vortex? Darkstar would look toward Goth again, and then back to Vortex expectantly. "Do tell..."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Shadowplayed, Lobotomization, Empurata'd" Goth would list off in response to Vortex, pushing on a finger each time he listed one off. Before glancing back to Darkstar. "I've not see a lot, most I find is stuff from the days of the old senate." He'd explain. "Even then it's very /scarce/ from what I found, likely attempts to cover tracks, most of what I have is from those in the ranks that suffered at their hands."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Well we'd lose our depth perspection. Our hands. ANd probably our brains too. We'd end up like oh. Shockwave or worse." He says. "Poeple like me are broken right? Thats howyou fix them. A snip here a snip there and a perfect loyal cybertronian who cant fight back. Just what Pharma'd like."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "That mech sounds like one \*fantastic\* piece of work... Can't wait to meet 'im," Darkstar offers after a bit of silence. Pharma sounded like the type that although he'd stab a bot in the back without giving it a second thought might just be someone that could be trusted to come up with some extremely nasty weaponry. He was sure to remember this should he get the opportunity to talk to the Autobot before the rest of the Decepticons tore out the 'Bot's spark. When opportunity knocks after all...

    Rising from the medberth, Darkstar stowed the datapad away into his subspace pocket before stretching. "N'yaaagh.... Always hated the old Senate," Darkstar tells the other two Decepticons, though in all honesty he was a big fan until they'd betrayed him. "The sooner we put that Pharma fragger down the better I guess. You two have yourselves a good recharge... I'm gonna go log some time in the training arena." A mock salute to Goth and Vortex and a moment's pondering over hidden motives later, Darkstar headed for the door.

**Goth has posed:**
     "There's no actual proof Pharma worked there, but rumors, but that alone is enough for most, and honestly, I don't blame most, all these things you standard formors have done to each other is quite creative." He'd state, while he didn't like the idea of mentioning such, as why should he care? He didn't want Darkstar going off half-cocked.

      Goth would then shrug at Vortex, and get himself laid back down propper.