1190/Cursed or Karma

Cast of Characters: | Vortex, Dustoff, Goth, 135

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth comes into the medical bay, smoldering still, but it's not a full blown blaze like most other times, he looks.. irritated, definitely irritated, especially as he makes his way over to his medical berth and flops down onto it, wrapping his wings around him, muttering and grumbling.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex has prepped the medbay. Hes no doctor, but hes been in here long enough to know how to do that, so theres that. "Hey guys welcome back. So how'd we do?" He asks

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot rolls his way into the medical bay via one of the vehicle doors. He doesn't transform as for the moment he chooses to stay silent. Inside his processor he is replaying the events that happened.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth makes a very... Displeased, noise that only a bat could make. "Close, so close." He'd hiss, bringing his claws up pinching them close together to indicate, but then lets his hand drape over the berth, and grunts. "We've Lost our hold on praxus unfortunately, but not before knocking out the three leads that allowed such..."

      He'd roll his optics and glance to Sixshot, he'd slip off the berth and transform into his much more scorched Root-mode, and go over to de-stick the sixchanger. "...Speaking of, Thank you for that Sixshot, I do not know what damned force this is that keeps getting in the way of my aim, but as soon as I find it, I'll be eviscerating it as brutally as possible." he'd gruse.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff makes his way into the medbay, thoroughly expecting and anticipating the work that's going to need to be done. Kicking the nearest rolling chair towards Sixshot, he simply takes a seat and looks a few things over.... "You know, one of these days yer gonna need t' get a...system in place to knock things free when ya get stuck like this..." He hums softly, opening up a panel and reaching in. "Alrigh'...try not t' take my arm off by transformin' without warnin'..." Aaaand just as soon as he's done 'fixing' something, he's pulling his arm free before it gets crushed or something. Because that'd be bad. "An' get to a proper berth..."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot finishes checking the data he acknowledges Dustoff as he waits for the medics arm to be out before gears shift. Transforming back to root mode he says, "Well if one can design or steal one, I'll accept it." Looking to Goth he add, " While your welcome, Goth. Though rather they'd been fully slagged."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would gladly move out of the way and allow Dustoff to work. He'd make his way over and plonk himself back onto the berth with a 'pouty' huff about the whole situation regarding missing, he'd then look over to Sixshot. "Slagged, dismantled and their parts scattered across Iacon like a celebratory event." ...Yeah he was mad.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff mmmhms... He just dutifully does his work as soon as Sixshot's in proper 'working' form to get things repaired while looking over the damage. "Eh...ain't too bad all said an' done... I've certainly seen far worse come through th' medbay..." He mutters. "An', really, parts spread all over Cybertron? Waste o' good parts... I say use 'em t' build somethin' that'll blow them all away. Nothin' quite like gettin' shot by the mindless husk of fallen companions." He chuckles softly.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"They were focused on the defenses so aside from a firebomb from the femme nothing much.", Sixshot replies to Dustoff. He chuckles a bit before saying, "Sounds like a proper fate for the three or any Autobot."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth snorts loudly, his arms still crossed as he raises his helm to look to Dustoff. "Oh I would /love/ to do something such as that, I should also note, that mindless corpses do make rather good bullet sponges." He'd grin. Well, at least Dustoff pulled him out of his sour mood.. slightly, also how did the know that about corpses?

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff chuckles softly. "Hard t' stop somethin' that's operatin' on almost nothin'... I could see it bein' quite useful." He pauses his work on Sixshot to just...contemplate that a moment. "We'll put a pin in that for later..." He chuckles softly.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortextilts his head as he continues doing minor things like bringing over parts. "Corpses? Awesome. We should totally get some autobots and make some of those." He says. Helpfully.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot checks his systems once Dustoff is done before saying, "That's best left to those like you but will be interesting to see the results."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth raised a ridge at Vortex but then ah'ed. "Right, I forgot your not above such things as well, Vortex." He'd hem and then look at the nearby datapad and groaned. "Should I write the report, or do you wish too, Sixshot? Were the one to offline those irritants, despite the loss of the base."

      He'd take note of Dustoff's pause and smirked. "Bahh if Only I'd not lost all my past research, sure you would've loved to see it Dustoff." he'd chuckle.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex shrugs. "Hey, I let the doctors do the moral things and us interrogators do the raw sadism. Tried it the other way around, and it didn't work so well." he takes a flask from a compartment in his leg and opens his mask just to drink it. "Disinfecting the nurse, and now.. I get to help with the patients." he chuckles.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff mmmhms, he just gives a once-over on the six-changer before rolling his chair across the medbay to where Goth's at, starting the work that...well, at this point it's probably done by memory.

"Pfft...morals...overrated...so much can be done without 'em." He grins a bit.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"I'll handle the report while I recharge.", Sixshot says as he pulls a datapad from subspace. He gets up and prepares to leave the medbay once cleared.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Quiet so, in fact I believe that is why we /do/ get so much more done." He'd nod, Goth would then remain still to allow Dustoff to do the oh so familiar work, he was definitely close to falling to a critical state out there, but somehow had managed, even though he'd been set a blaze. "Thank you Sixshot." He'd nod, honestly they were just taking turns at this point, filing report after report.

      "...Hmph, Well, I suppose I should be grateful I was wrong about at least one thing." He'd mumble. "I had fully expected to end up getting dragged in here offline again." When was the last time that happened?

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chuckles "You're doin' better Goth. Must be al the time you spend around Combaticons." is that a compliment from him?

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hehs...and continues his work lightly. "Eeehh...can't recall. Ya done good keepin' yerself up an' runnin' proper during fights... trainin' an' all's paid off." He double-checks the work done before rolling his chair back and kicking his feet up on the desk. "If every fight ends with y'all comin' in like this, I'm gonna be properly bored, an' that ain't a bad thing."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckles, and once he's allowed to, his sits up. "Are you now? Suppose that just means I'll need to bring more offerings~" He'd grin, and tap at his chin in thought. "Indeed, the training in combination with the work Dustoff has put in has been remarkably helpful." He didn't want to admit it, but his robot mode had... also been rather useful, those drones of his being rather helpful in a pinch.

      He'd then grumble, reminded of why he was still behind everyone. "Now if only I could get rid of this 'bad luck' or whatever the ever loving slag the superstitious like to call it." he'd huff.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortexchuckles. "Maybe its karma. We're all horrible people and deserve it." he says.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff ehs. "Maybe... or maybe jus'...the way things go. Sometimes ya win some, sometimes ya don't." He pulls his flask out and sips from it lightly as he just nods. "An'...yeah, done right, drones messin' with mechs are a great thing t' get..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth scoffs. "Please, I doubt karma would follow me for over more than one vorn." He'd lul his head towards Vortex at the notion, before his ear twitched and he looked over at Dustoff at the mention of Drones.

      "Hm, mine are definitely very useful, much more powerful the expected, I just need to figure how to make them much less time and energy consuming to create." He'd grunt.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "I htink I agree with Dustoff. I kinda believe in the concept of fail forward. Keep failingbut keep learning from it."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hmms. "Well, hopefully yer able t' learn an' failin' don't mean gettin' killed off. That's a lesson I'd rather not learn at all, if I'm bein' honest." He glances at his flask a moment and then offers it over to Vortex. "Gotta say...there's somethin' to be said 'bout having things jus' prove ya right, too."

**Goth has posed:**
     "A statement I can echo, dustoff." He'd hem, remembering what Dustoff had expressed in the past, during the start of their relationship, he'd push himself up and draped his arms around Dustoff from the back of the other bot's seat and chuffed. "I for one, don't plan on dying after all." Least not any more.

      "Ahhh?" He'd ask slightly confused, tilting his helm, but after such he'd plant a kiss on the top of Dustoff's helmet.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chuckles "Well thers that." he "ewws" a bit as Goth kisses Dustoff and looks away. Apparantly something recently h as changed his opinion on romance.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff chuckles faintly at Vortex's unease, but at the same time just relaxes where he's at. "Mmf...well, whatever...somethin' to be pondered another day...think 's a good time t' just rest an' recover, yeah?" He stretches somewhat in place. "Medbay's done it's job for th' night..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would let out a chuckle and a chuff at Vortex, only to let out a low purr at Dustoff. "Yes.. Some rest does sound to be in order, could wonder down to my lab if you wish some peace and quiet m'dear." He'd suggest before glancing over at Dustoff's desk for a moment.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chuckles. "yeah yeah you two do your thing." he waves them off. "I'll find other entertainment for the evening." like drinking. Or puking on the mystical trash dragon.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff blinks at Vortex. "Jus'...mind th' phosphex burbs an' I'm sure you'll be fine..." There's a curt nod before he stands, stretching, and glances back at the labs. "Yep...think 's time to get a proper recharge in..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth snorts, Sinnertwin will never outlive the fact he ate one of Prowl's grenades.. fairly, he was pretty sure Sinnertwin was actually taking /pride/ in that fact, so he'd shake his helm and chuckle, allowing Dustoff up, he'd slip something onto the CMO's desk before following beside. "Shall we then~?"