1337/Medbay Lull

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would wonder tiredly into the medical bay, still having some dents and soreness from that training session with Darkstar, but he was still proud of himself. He'd rub at his upper pauldron from said soreness as he move for the door to the stairwell that lead to his lab, taking a moment to look around to ensure there wasn't any work that needed done before he went down.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex bounces into the medbay, his normal happy go-lucky self. He waves to everyone. "Hey, glitches. Don't mind me Im just here to check the sharps bin."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff is just there, at the desk, working on paperwork. Almost reflexifely he glances up upon hearing the mechs come in and just...blinks at Vortex. "It's empty, ain't filled it since th' last time you emptied it..." He shakes his head slowly and looks at Goth a moment. "Feelin' alright there?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex sighs. "Fiine." he says, looking at the ceiling. "Any chance you will let me in the scalpel drawer or the drug cabinet?" he asks.

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper wanders into the repair bay, not beat up or on fire this time. Just not entirely paying attention to his surroundings because he's going over several things on a datapad. You know, that way smart people can somehow wander around without actually walking into anything despite not looking where they're going.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth looked over at Vortex, almost ready to try and deter him, but Dustoff gets to it first, and he merely smiles tiredly, before looking back to Vortex. "No Vortex, we need those." He'd say dryly, before looking to Dustoff once more and looked at one of the detnes and chuffed.

      "Sore from my recent training session with Darkstar, he lowered the safety parameters by fifty percent.." He'd click his jaw and rolled his optics, but made his way over to Dustoff. "...I finally defeated him though." He'd grin, a bit proud of himself, his ear twitched as he noticed Scrapper come in and watched, him, trying to get a erad on where he was going.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff just gives Vortex a bit of a deadpan look and sighs, shaking his head. "No. An' I ain't gonna tell you there's also a laser scalpel that fried some circuitry in th' bin there that could prolly be fixed up if ya had th' right patience to do so." He leaves it at that before glancing at Goth. "Darkstar...trainin'? So he's back off his crazy 'I'm an Autobot' stint?" There's a shrug. "Huh...good."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chuckles. "Awesome." he digs in hte big getting the broken laser scalpel. He sits down next to the bin with it, distracted with trying to repair it. "Thanks, guys. Even if I cant fix it to what it used to be. I can rewire it to give a good shock." he giggles to himself.

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper ducks under an overhead scanner array, and gets halfway across the medbay before stopping and tapping at the pad screen. It's made clear by his next comment that he knows exactly where he is despite the far-off seeming demeanor. "Dustoff, the Luna facility needs a restock on their basic general repair materials. But don't allot them more than minimum necessary, we don't need to lose spare materials in the inevitable Autobot attempts to retake one of the few primary resource points in Cybertron's vicinity."

**Goth has posed:**
     "It's complicated." Goth says with knitted ridges. "He does not remember anything that happened with us here, and there is no guarantee his memories will correct or return now that he's no longer dimensionally or.. err time..ly? Displaced." He'd tap his jaw on that though, searching for the word, before shaking it off and shooing the thought off to the side. "But in summarized terms, yes, for the most part." he'd nod.

      "Don't overlord your servos." He'd call to Vortex as he watched the Rotary work, he'd almost forgotten the fact Vortex had a high technical and intellectual understanding of things, before he looked back to Scrapper, quirking a ridge for only a moment. "Ah, mean the Lunar docks?" He'd question for a moment tilting his helm as he came to settle beside Dustoff.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is sitting on the ground, tinkering with a broken laser scalpel. He hears Scrapper ocme in and doesn't really look up :Lunar docks eh?" he nods to Goth. "Hey. Im not that stupid. I know what Im doing. Turning an instrument of healing into one of pain sounds like pure extacy doesnt it?" he says, his rotors moving thoughtfully.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hmms. "Eh, I won't even pretend t' know half of whatever's goin' on with 'im, so...whatever. Long as he ain't got that odd...grudge or whatever it was. Phantom's enough for th' time being..." He powers down his datapad to sort of halt paperwork drills for the time being, looking at Vortex and Scrapper a moment... Right.

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper gestures a digit in Goth's general direction. "Yes, exactly." Then goes back to his datapad as he turns around and sits down in some available space. "I would go over it myself but I need to prep maintenance work for Clemency for the same reasons. Holding onto these locations is the best option we have to simply choke the Autobots out of being able to fight."

**Goth has posed:**
     "That's not what I was insinuating, I ment do not shock yourself." he'd correct with knitted ridges and a nod of his head. He then watched as Dustoff broke from the paperwork and nodded in agreement, lowering his tone to only, maybe, Dustoff can hear. "Agreed, and in this instance I much rather Phantom be targeting I, then Darkstar continuing to threaten you." He'd then smile and leaned over to smooch the other bot's face platting, before glancing back to make a mental note of Scrapper's request.

      "Ahh, right, Scrapper, before I forget, I've temporarily, changed the passcode to my lab." He'd bring up quickly.

**Scrapper has posed:**
"A wise precaution when one is going to be off-world for an undeterminate extended period of time," Scrapper replies with a nod without actually looking up from his own work. "Mmm. Looks like some of the Clemency weaponry hardware is behind a few updates due to how quickly we had to set up control of the location." Thumb-types a few adjustments on the display. "If someone unscrupulous got ahold of your priority work while you were absent, it'd be hell on a handcrank for both Operations and Intelligence."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff grins at Goth and offers a quick hug before kicking his feet up to get comfortable. "Mmmf...well, I can deal with it if it comes back, so...I ain't worried there. Honestly...I just think 's all petty." He looks at Scrappe, furrowing his brow a bit at mention of Clemency... "We really got a fair bit o' things we're all jus' tryin' to keep afloat, ain't we."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nuzzled against Dustoff when he hugged him, was definitely a spot he could just fall asleep in but, that was something he couldn't do, but he did relax a bit, speaking a low tone once more. "Couldn't agree more, I honestly had nothing against Phantom until he started being a petty glitch." He'd grumble.

      He'd then glance to Scrapper. "Indeed, I would not put it past Ov-...Mmm Some, to order others into my lab to retrieve things, specially if something were to happen, given Phantoms quite open threats." He'd chuff. "There some things I've created even I wouldn't wish out in the open." He'd add with a nod.

      He'd glance back down to Vortex. "...Hmph, hopefully the resources from Clemency can help alleviate some of such." and they can finely replenish and start stockpiling all the resources they previously lost.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is completely distracted with his broken lasaer scalpel. He breaks off a piece of it and stabs it into his own hand, giggling. As far as he's concerned, no one else is here, probably not even himself. Hes in his own little world with the broken laser scalpel.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff rests against Goth in kind and just sort of...stares at the oddities going on in the medbay. Or...by now is it normalities? Who knows. He just shakes his head lightly. "Remind me t' figure out what t' do about Phantom...I'm sure there's a way t' knock 'em down a few pegs. His phasin' an' not is all he's got at the end of it. Break that an' ya prolly break him."

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Like I said, entirely understandable." Scrapper isn't the least bit upset about the matter. Being an engineer and scientist himself, after all. "I will likely not be spending much time around Kaon in the next few megacycles anyways, with all these projects, as Dustoff has pointed out. Always busy, keeping this war machine from stripping it's own gears out."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex sits on his knee,s his legs in an askew W behind him as he works with his laser scalpel. "I think we should push him out an airlock. I Dont think Megatron would miss him." he giggles to himself.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Perhaps some sort of forcefield, but that would likely leads to a few other issues such as being stuck inside with him or outside unable to reach, depends on the intent." He'd muse to Dustoff, rubbing at his chin, before glancing to Vortex. "Vortex, as much as that would alleviate a headache, you know my statement on the matter." He'd chuff, before looking back to Scrapper, remaining comfortably in his spot.

      "Indeed, hopefully by the time we return I'll have the code changed back." /Hopefully/ he's not going to let that win against Darkstar get to his helm. "That and all this mimic trouble has caused quite a list."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hmms. "Constrictin' forcefield...get 'im trapped inside an' then just squeeze..." He chuckles softly. "Ahwell...some day we'll jus' figure it all out." He reaches into a drawer of his desk to pull out some glasses and a bottle, filling them all and leaving everyone to grab what they care to grab while sipping at his own.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex continues working with the scalpel. Even the drinks present doesnt distract him. "Well yeah we'll find some other way then." he says.

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Everything has a solution, it's a matter of finding it." Scrapper tucks the datapad away finally. "A forcefield would be a good way to keep him from finding some way to squeeze out, though."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Ohh, the claustrophobia that would be triggered by such construction would be amusing, simple and effective, quite approve, though I do think that bot has no fear of death so would lose some effect." He'd muse with once more with a hum. "Would be a good way to start sniffing out weaknesses of his, since he's clearly using the fact we know little of him, to his advantage to run an absolute muck." He'd huff.

      Goth glances at the glasses for a moment, contemplating moving, but much like a Cat? Goth's comfortable with his leam laid on Dustoff's lap, and glanced around at those in the medical bay. "...I take it is a slow day?"

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff thinks about that a moment. "Sometimes it ain't about effect, just about gettin' rid of something that's a bother." He nods curtly and takes another drink, free hand lightly resting on Goth's head and just idly petting between the ears, because he can. It's almost habit at this point.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex tenses. "It is going to be clastrophobic isnt it? I..." he looks to the door, a bit panicy. "I gotta fly now."

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper glances around. "Well, compartively speaking. Enjoy it while it's here." Primus knows how long it'll actually last. He picks up a hammer from a tool tray and idly looks it over. "Mm, head on this is getting a bit worn down. Should grind and buff that smooth again."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gave a smirk at the thought of how that would go in his helm. "A good way to contain any mess after as well." He'd chuckle. There was a moment as he closed his optics he found himself falling asleep, only for him to hear Vortex, his ear twitching and moving backward to face him.

      "Not you Vortex." He'd huff, and glanced back to Scrapper. "Thought as much, not often we get a small gathering in here that isn't meant for injury." He'd muse before glancing over. "Tools are getting dull again?" He'd then raised a ridge.

      "Actually, on that note, Scrapepr will you be coming along to scout out that Mimic's hideout?" he'd ask with a slight tilting of his helm. "The Bots unforntally know where it is now." Goth knitted his ridges, not wanting to explain WHY.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff looks over at Goth at mention of the hideout being public knowledge... "Dare I ask how they figured it out? Thought it was locked down pretty tight." He grunts and shakes his head. "Whatever... oh well. Nothin' stays secret long here." He takes another light sip of his drink and furrows his brow. "Guess we'll just have t' kill 'em all..."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex sighs "They're all too dull today." he says. "Maybe I do just need a good flight or something." yeah that's it.

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper shrugs his wheeled shoulders a bit. "Considering the... soldiers we have around here that don't know how to get out of the line of fire, it's no surprise that they see a lot of use." He sets that hammer aside until it can be tended to. "Dustoff is correct, it was inevitable they found it out. Or beat it out of someone. We will just have to be prepared to deal with them if it comes to it as well."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth glanced up at Dustoff with a pleading look, to not make him explain what had happened, after all it was /his/ fault! Before he just simply nodded. "Indeed, be much less of a thorn in our side later on." He'd add on, trying to keep the subject moving.

      "Perhaps Vortex.. I'll tend to thoe tools in a few cycles, let my body recover from that training session." He'd mention mainly to Dustoff and Scrapper.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff just leaves it at that, not bothering to press things any further. He's got his drink, he's comfortable, and goth's nearby, so...really, all is good. He stretches a bit and gives a slight grin. "Mmmm...or...we use it to our advantage. A proper trap."

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Either method could be turned to our advantage." Scrapper hopped down from where he seated himself. "But if I am going to assist in sieging this hideout I should get the rest of this work done before hand, as nice as a break was. They just never seem to last long enough."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Well. So long as I can watch." he starts to polish his broken tool.

**Goth has posed:**
     "A trap?...Hmm If we get there early enough, thoughts as to what?" He'd ask Dustoff with a slightly tilt of his helm, before he raised a ridge and glanced at Vortex, confused for a moment, before it clicks and he /squints/ at the Rotary. "Riiight then..." He'd say, not going to acknowledge /that/ any further.

      "Agreed Scrapper.. Help would very much be appreciated, as Blurr is one of the few that know it's out there." He'd groan.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hmms. "Somethin' effective, simple, painful, an' fast. Bombs tend t' do good...especially if ya got somethin' that'll just shut 'em all down." He chuckles a bit. "Catch 'em off guard an' then move in for the kill."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chuckles. "What? A good trap is fun to watch when its set off. I can't wait to see what you have in mind."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckles. "Like a EMP net to catch them all in?" He'd question looking up. "Would be quite effective." He'd chuckle with a purr. "...A crosoive bomb would also be quite fun, just acid blowing up across them all." He'd chuckle. "Hopefully so, I believe we're headed out there the next solar-cycle." He'd muse. He could check, and reach for a near data-pad, but no, noo he's comfortable.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hmms... "Well, I'm sure some clever mech will come up with somethin'." He nods. "Long as it leaves th' Autobots hurtin', yeah?" He flashes a grin and settles in to enjoy his drink.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Hmph~ Yes In fact, I think I know just how to do such..May require a stop at Stanix's outskirts" He'd chuckle, glancing around as the medical bay clears out, he'd huff out and bring an arm up to stretch over Dustoff. "..Hmph, if you are not careful, I might actually fall asleep here." He'd chuckle.