1197/Field Tested

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth hadn't exactly moved form his place in the pillow nest since Dustoff had been down there, mostly out of still being exhausted from cleaning up the medical bay from Phantom's little tantrum...

 5t Well at least no one had noticed yet, though he thought to himself how he should get up and lock the lab door before someone like /Blot/ comes back down there. He'd vent a huff, and start pushing himself up.

**Scrapper has posed:**
Yeaaaaah.. the medical bay was still a matter Scrapper was going to have to get to eventually. It was cleaned, but there was still equipment to repair, supplies to replace, and try to figure out how to make containment units non-phasable. But none of that is on the Constructicon's processors at the moment.

To be fair locked doors wouldn't really of matter since he's likely got some manner of Division override. Scrapper just doesn't need to use it this time, opening the door to the Bat-Lab with surprising gusto. "Goth!" The Constructicon had clearly seen better days, especially in the way his armor is plasma burned and still crumbling in a few places, and a few subsystems still glitchy from the repeat EMP bursts. But that does nothing to dull the engineer's vigor as he barges in with the sort of demented twinkle of excitment in his optics that only a mad scientist can muster. "I've got something to brighten up your otherwise miserable megacycle!" Pause. "Or darken, maybe." Cups a palm to his chin. "I'm not exactly sure were is more appropriate for a nocturnal meta-beast."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth shoots straight up into a startled sitting position when Scrapper comes barreling in, his faux fur fluffing out slightly and his ears swiveled front in forward, however seeing Scrapper's physical state was what caught his attention first, followed by just.. Well, how like an excited sparkling he was acting.

      Goth then give Scrapper a half-lidded look. "Please, I /look/ edgy, not act it ever cycle." He'd comment, possibly not thinking that sentence though, he'd make his way onto his pedes, and move towards the chair and pulled it out, and gestured for Scrapper to sit.

      "Sit, I'm sure this somehow correlates to your current appearance, can tell me while I tend to your injuries."

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Yes yes, of course." Scrapper plopped down in the chair, paying no mind to the bits of degraded armor that flake off from the jostling movements. "Despite not being quite the initial purpose we designed them for, the siege bombs worked perfectly! Knocked over an entire delapitated building into a landslide of metal and fire." He slapped one hand down on the other at an angle to mimic the collapse. "Even BLURR was not fast enough to outrun it!.. Entirely. Fast enough to not get buried, but not evade it." That's given the dismissive wave. Not important to the fact that it worked. "Why he was poking around the Ibex border with one of his sidekicks... You know, honestly I neither know or care at this point."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth clicked his jaw at the flaking armor, and started getting to work repairing Scrappers dusted armor and damaged wiring, a chuckle would escape him though, grinning widely. "Glad to see our work together has payed off, pair those off with your ability to crack armor and other protective plating and you'll be quite a wrecking force on the field." he'd smirk.

      "Baah details, why not the initial purpose, it can have multiple." He'd nod sagely as he continued work, before letting out a hem. "Blurr has been rather oddly active in violating territory lines, I do wonder what that blue annoyance is plotting."

**Scrapper has posed:**
"More likely someone else is plotting and pointing the hot shot in the right direction because he's an annoying glitch to deal with." Scrapper snorted. "And I don't mean in being hard to hit, either." He leaned over a little to give Goth more room to work. "Careful, those burns were caused by some manner of plasma concoction by one of their medics. It appears to destabilize the molecular coherency in the alloy. I pried off the first piece that was hit, but then she shot me a second time while I was distracted by Onslaught somehow getting himself stuck."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Ahh, yes, the work of the one known as Starlock, this appears to be a newer toy of hers, as I've been dealing with a lot of her work with destroying armor lately, mainly on those such as Sixshot, Onslaught and Soundwave.. Mainly Sixshot." He'd muse, not looking up from his work as he went about repairing the armor.

      Onslaught getting stuck though, made Goth look up with a raised ridge. "Stuck? Stuck how?" He'd question, before looking back down to work. "Been attempting to alter the solution in my drones tanks to allow for the disintegration of defensive platting as well, as I wont always have You or Sixshot to help in taking down the likes of a defense base, as well as a sort of EMP of my own.. Mmm Need to also find Vortex some scouting equipment to be of more use in the field." He'd start to mumble to himself as he world, his mind slightly veering off topic.

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper half-shrugs, not wanting to disrupt the shoulder Goth is working on. "A malfunction from the multiple EMPs, would be my wager. I had to call someone to haul him out of Ibex, I was in no shape to do so as you can see." THough at the various ramblings he leans back and muses as well. "Maybe that manner of prodding would help Vortex keep his mind on matters of combat."

**Goth has posed:**
     "I see.. Very strange, I wonder what the EMPs have disturbed to cause his servos to lock up." He'd mumble, thinking it over, before nodding. "Vortex knows how to cause pain, however he is not a heavy combat unit, if that knowledge of his could be applied to him sending data to others on where to hit, it would definitely be a boon on the field." He'd explain, stepping back a moment.

      "How does that feel?" He'd ask, looking over the repairs he'd done.

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper stands up and rotates a shoulder a few times. "Exceptional work as always. It's a benefit knowing I have mechs like you and Dustoff to rely on keeping Medical in order." A pause as he glanced towards the doors. "Outside the occasional unforseen disruption. I know Phantom is a bit on the screws loose side, but the report almost made it sound like he had been somehow.. posessd."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would nod to Scrapper a content smile forming on his face, but then the topic of Phantom comes up, and he crosses his wings and brings his hand up to his chin, and knits his ridges, thinking.

      "Quite honestly, that's a accurate descriptor of how he was acting, It was... Not normal to what we normally expect of Phantom.. It's not the first time he's used that phase attack, or torn a hole in the fabric of reality, done that at least three.. Four? times to my knowledge, but this was... different." He'd hem.

      "He's still yet to come into the medical bay as ordered by General Overlord, and I, and I am growing ever more worried what may have injected itself into the seekers fuel lines." he'd mumble.

**Scrapper has posed:**
"If he's not going to come to us, well, those orders made it quite clear what the other option was. Not that a 'warper' is easy to track down." At this point Scrapper has started to pace thoughtfully now that he's not randomly crumbling off bits of chassis, one arm behind his back while the other hand strokes his chin. "On the other actuator, you don't distort space like that without producing some manner of energy emission. That, or you gload him into a trap."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth tapped at his chin thoughtfully. "This is true, however, Phantoms Black holes and portals are... Mmmm.. How to say, his portals have a rather high change of likely causing the total collapse of our time-stream slash reality, nearly witnessed that first had the /first time/ he opened a portal in the medical bay." He'd knit his ridges.

      "His Black holes, while equally dangerous, seem more stable, only in the sense they don't have as large a risk, however he could still easily /kill/ someone with them." He'd explain, spinning his wrist. "They seem to come from the same ability, just on varying levels of insanity." he'd vent a huff.

      "So either way, he wouldn't' be that hard to miss, catching him however is another issue, given his ability to become intangible."

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper rubs the back of his helm with one hand. "Hmm. Yeah... you'd almost need some manner of opposing force to shut down his ability, or find a material he -can't- phase through. Bugger if I know of one off the top of my manifold though."

**Goth has posed:**
     "I suspect forcefield maybe capable of stopping him, however anything blow him he likely could phase through, such as a medical berth or floor platting." He'd muse, tilting his helm side to side and knit his ridges.

      He'd vent a sigh. "However it is good to know I am not the one faltering here in figuring this out, and more an issue of not knowing the lengths of what that blasted youth can do." He'd grumble and think.

      "...Speaking of, Scrapper, would you know if someone such as Phantom, or Shockwave accessing and deleting medical files? some reason there are absolutely no diagnostics of Phantom, and I know Dustoff wouldn't of missed such things." he'd question, raising a ridge and tilting his helm.

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Figuring out how to wrangle in the impossible is just another day on the job for us, is it not?" Though that gets Scrapper to pause in his pacing. "... Well, that's a peculiar new piece to the puzzle." The engineer taps a digit against his mouthguard. "No, Dustoff would not. Nor would Hook, for as much as it would annoy me, he would not let his own credibility be marred in such a way. Shockwave..." There's actually a long pause, Scrapper's optics dimming a moment as he considers their Division superior. "No. Not unless it was something that could be potentially taken and turned against us by the Autobots that needed to be redacted." He gave his head a shake. "It must be by someone of more nefarious intent."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth hemmed. "...Well, that's a worrying prospect, specially with all this damn mimic business about." He'd sigh, and rub at his helm.

      "Only Diagnostic I have of Phantom is the half-done one I did the lunar-cycle the incident happened, and it was unable to even begin to decipher just what the unknown substance was that was injected into him..." He'd vent. "submitted it both to Phantoms file, and saved one for myself, just.. to be safe." He'd nod.

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper nods his head. "Probably a good precaution at this point."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nodded and vented, looking about the lab momentary. "Well if there is anything else needed, I'm happy to oblige, outside of being on the field much to often these past deca-cycles, and Phantom's tantum, I've been down here working on weapons and the like for others." He'd chuckle, he definitely was in a much better mood then he'd been before.

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Good, good. At least the cutting edge is one front of this war still being pushed. Though for the moment I may need some materials to make more of those bombs, now that they've had a fully proper field testing." Scrapper had gotten the ethusiasm over the explosives out of his system, but it didn't damper his spirits any as he pulled a datapad and started to wander out. "Now I start experimenting in how the basis can be tweaked for various results..."