1223/Victory and Phantoms

Cast of Characters: | Phantom, Vortex, Ravage, Scrapper, Goth, 135

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth is waiting on standby, having been made aware of the group that had been sent out, at this point it be very... irresponsible, to not be ready ahead of time, as injuries were /always/ coming in. For now it was just time to wait and see what the damage was this cycle.

**Ravage has posed:**
Ravage stalks his way in and, in a fit of...well, being himself, just hops up atop a high shelf and curls up a bit to lounge and watch the others filter in. After all, he took exactly zero damage, other than the annoyance that disrupted his optical sensors, so why should he really worry at all about taking up the medic's time when he can simply watch and be entertained.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot makes his way in, his frame heavily battered and scarred. Familiar marks from a nova cannon can be seen besides areas where a blade or two sliced. But most seem like he's been in a cybertronian demolition derby with the stunticons. Oh and one spot where a wrench may have impacted. The sixchanger moves to sit on a berth but says nothing.

**Scrapper has posed:**
You can tell the medical bay was built with at least some consideration for who would be using it most often. Seeing as the service doors open wide enough for Scrapper to drive through in payloader mode with his shovel up. "Heard we had an assault mission coming back in, so I gathered up stock as thoroughly as I could." The materials are deposited on a cart with dexterity one wouldn't expect from a piece of heavy machinery and he packs up to transform.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth quirks a brow at Ravange and then Sixshot who.. Well, that was the worst he'd seen him in, and he takes a vent. "Starlock, I take?" He states, being all to familiar with the damage as he moves to start repairs, he'd nod over to Scrapper in thanks, before jerking his head over at the injured who came in, as well as he started working deftly, removing the damaged armor to start working on what was damaged underneath.

      He'd glance about. "Where is Vortex?" Well there was a million Shanix question, he'd shake his helm and continue work, he'd been getting alot of it of late, all good practice as Dustoff had told him. "So, did such go well?"

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper lets out a whistle from behind his mouthplate. "That's definately the work of the same weapon she destabilized my armor with." He taps a display to bring up Sixshot's medical schematics, then starts going through the materials he brought in. "I shall start fashioning the replacement armor portions while you work on his internal systems, Goth."

**Ravage has posed:**
Ravage shoots Goth a look that's...well, smug, to put it lightly, and gets himself settled in before looking at the recharge stations. Hmm... well, while he's at it... He slinks his way over to casually plug into the thing and trickle-charge his systems.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot does whatever the medic orders as he nods, "Lucky shot if Blurr hadn't shocked my systems." He looks down at Ravage before saying, "Your report this time. As for results more structural damage could have been done but the medic is temporarily out of commission. Another would have joined her if not needed to retreat. They will possibly have defenses up before another assault." He looks around before saying, "Vortex should be following behind unless something delayed him. But he would have talked on comms."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth hems and nods, before giving Ravage a raised ridge once more, He's dealt with the feline frame typing before, so clearly something was.. Aaaah, he looks to Sixshot, and nods, that would explain the feline smugness. "I see, hrmm, not a win but not a loose ether, as that does take their medical team off the planet." He'd hem as he worked.

      He'd give Scrapper a look of thanks, very much grateful for more than just him and Dustoff working alone in the medical bay. "Thank you Scrapper... I'm starting to feel this is how Dustoff feels whenever I return set ablaze." he'd chuckle lightly.

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper nods, already at work cutting armor plates down to size and shaping them appropriately to fit onto Sixshot's chassis. "If they devote time to constructing more defenses that will slow down the mining operation. And taking one of their annoying medics out of operation, even temporarily, is always a plus." He sets the piece he finished aside and starts working on the next. "Slowing the enemy's aquisition of supplies is an entirely viable tactic... And there will be more still in the mountain for us to take later."

**Ravage has posed:**
Ravage gives a nod as Sixshot passes on the reporting to him and focuses on a holo-pad display that appears in front of him, navigating through to start filling out the report properly. "I can certainly do that...." He grunts softly.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods, "Rather sparks were snuffed out or more than one went down. That coward Hoist turned brave to retrieve her. Could have had him as well or maybe the ex-Da who appeared."

**Phantom has posed:**
And then Phantom bursts into the medbay, looking disoriented and afraid. His optics scan the room, taking note of everyone present. His gaze passes over Scrapper, Sixshot, Ravage... and then Goth. His expression then suddenly sours and his boosters engage silently as he retreats silently into the shadows, as if trying to keep a low profile because of who's present.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's ears fell back when he heard Juris was there and hissed, no wonder Vortex was missing. "Oh.. /lovely/ He'd snear." as he cleaned the energon from his hands, looking over the repair work he'd done to Sixshot with Scrappers help. "...Hmph, how does that all feel Sixshot? Were quite damaged, and needed a lot of inner components repaired."

      He'd ask before nodding. "Hmph, should possible--" He'd raise a ridge as Phantom Bursts in like all of Kaon is on fire, and blinks as he just.. hides? "...Pardon the wordering but ah... Where is the fire, Phantom?"

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper just points a digit in the direction of the shadows Phantom disappeared into. "Don't break anything. We -just- finished refurbishing medbay after the last... incident someone else caused." Then resumes handing replacement armor to Goth like nothing happened. Shakes his head a little at Sixshot's reaccount. "Typical Autobot sentimentality. Caring more about each other than themselves or securing a potential upswing to their supplies."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot is silent for a moment as he moves his joints a bit to test them without straining. Nodding he looks over the rest saying, "Feels like a good job. But if you deem necessary will also consult Dustoff. Still need to speak with him on improving certain systems as my t-cog temporarily froze. Systems did reset but with the rate it has happened."

The sixchanger turns his optics towards Phantom as he enters saying, "What is the problem this time, seeker?"

**Phantom has posed:**
The elusive seeker refuses to answer. He surveys Sixshot blankly, and scowls at Goth, but otherwise doesn't address the mechabat.

 "I.. I won't," he says to Scrapper. "Sorry about that. I must have.. been drunk."

 He still seems incredibly distracted, though.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth just shakes his helm and ignores Phantom and tabbed his chin as he looked over Sixshot. "Indeed, Your T-cogs been getting jammed /far/ to often then what should be necessary." He'd muse in thought.

      "Hmph, If we could play into that sentimentality it should prove.. quite effective, if we do so correctly." he'd also muse aloud.

**Ravage has posed:**
Ravage looks at Phantom as the seeker arrives on scene in...well, true Phantom fashion. Hmm. Right. He blinks a few times, takes a few pictures, and then just resumes his recharge. Because of course he's gonna take pictures and the likes.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex comes waltzing in like the big silver, teal and pink helicopter diva he is and looks around "So....battle went well. No ones on fire." he crosses his legs and sits by the others. "Need more missiles though."

**Scrapper has posed:**
Luckily for Phantom the engineer is distracted by the conversation about T-cogs. He may not be a full medic himself, but as all the medics essentially serve under him or on his own team, he's learned a lot over the generations. "Hmm." Taps a digit tip to his chin. "You do have a greater number of alternate modes for it to handle than the majority of cybertronians. That it would occasionally have difficulty keeping up is not surprising... That it's been happening with such frequency, on the other actuator, may be a sign of excessive wear and stress."

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom optics glaze over and he just watches the interactions around him pan out, not appearing to really take in any of it. He doesn't even acknowledge Vortex's presence. Instead, he drifts over to his usual spot near the window and seats himself on the sill, staring out the window blankly.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex takes out his glue gun and actually fires a brief round at phantom's feet not aiming to hit him but startle him. "Notice me, seeker." he says, crossing his legs. Oh dear.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods to Vortex as he enters, "That is a plus some would say." Turning to Scrapper he says, "Most likely so. Why may need to be held back unless ordered. Black Shadow maybe needs to get back here amongst others." He barely even glances as Vortex shoots at Phantom.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nodded to Vortex and pointed over to Suture. "The drone should be able to resupply your ammunition, Vortex." Hed' quickly state, before looking back, nodding at what Scrapper was saying. "Indeed, been wonder if heat sinks co--" Annd then Vortex, Vortex's, and Goth slaps a hand over his optics and face platting.

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Yes. Don't overexhert yourself, Sixshot. At least until a more thorough analysis can be pinned down." Scrapper sets aside the materials Goth didn't use for later. It's inevitable that some other soldier will show up needing repairs sooner or later. "That likely would not solve the problem Goth, but it could help take some of the strain off component systems."

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom doesn't oblige Vortex. In fact, he doesn't even flinch when the rotary shoots hot glue at his feet. His optics remain locked on the window, and for a few more breems he remains completely silent.

 However, eventually, he slides off the window and approaches Goth. "Have you made up your mind?" he asks the mecha bat frankly.

**Ravage has posed:**
Ravage grunts a bit and waits for the telltale chime that his systems are ready to go. "Right...well then, I've work to do... so, if you will all excuse me..." He looks at Phantom again and takes notice of...well, the approach to Goth, but then simply smirks as he shimmers and fades from view. Not that he's gone... but, well, one can watch so much better when one is perceived as departed, yes?

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot listens to the medic and engineer before saying, "Yes agreed. While if you two have suggestions keep them coming. Would see if Shockwave has something but plenty of others around that can do the work."

**Goth has posed:**
     "well it would be /something/ for him, as I've been witnessed just to how much it jams, as I've often been on on the field with him most." He'd explain before he looked to Phantom.

      Oh not this again! Nor had Vortex or him had time to sneak out to the plains to find this Graveyard he'd been yammering on about, so Goth was really going to have to play it by ear. His optics settle into a half-lidded position. "...Yes." He'd state simply.. One of his ears flick, as he's aware of where Ravage is, wondering what this all was about.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex shaes his head as Phantom ignores him. "Fine be that way." He grunts. "So yeah we need to go to that graveyard." he ignores Phantom now too, playing hte game right back. "Once we get the injured fixed, we gotta head out there."

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom folds his arms, his expression wavering for a moment. "Well, then," he says to the mechabat, "tell me what you remember about that incident."

 His unease seems to be growing, however. He keeps glancing over at Scrapper, and his hand is resting anxiously on his photon blaster.

**Goth has posed:**
     Time for Goth to lie through his teeth, he'd transform into his Alt-mode, and was notably guarding himself. "..We went out during the night, doing a routine check as there was something you'd found." Because why, in sweet chela, would they both just be out there together for /any/ other reason?

      He'd think, spinning his wrist. "Bickered, and looked around, when we found the strange graveyard.. An odd place considering all of what's out there. Were we found the canister." he continued to lie, knowing this was likely to backfire.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods, "Log anything you have in a dataslug I can view. Maybe give a copy to Dustoff and operations. Ways will be found to improve this." Looking to Phantom he notices where his hand is saying, "Don't even consider it while in the medbay, private."

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Will do," Scrapper replies to Sixshot, before walking out to put away some of the stuff that won't be needed for other repairs because it's specific to the big bruiser guys like Sixshot.

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom's unease seems to grow. He grips his photon blaster even tighter, but he doesn't draw it, and doesn't seem to intend to, either. His optics glaze over again, and he starts to back up, eventually stumbling into a metal storage unit.

"..."

"You took it," he finally says, "but I didn't remember that was the one you used, so I stole it, to create the ruse which was to test your trustworthiness," he says finally.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth remained poised, keeping his stoic demeanor as he watched Phantom, inwardly this was just as strange as Phantom's other aggressive episodes. He'd roll his optics but looks point blank at Phantom. "I've told you, I'm a Mech of my word." He'd insist, placing his hand on the center of his chassis.

      "Not cooperating would be foolish, after all, only through such cooperation can we succeed, but not fully understanding things like what we found, can lead to backfiring into our face plates rather heavily." He'd give Sixshot a nod as he moved smoothly around the medical bay, watching Phantom.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex has lost interest. Or at least that what he wants everyone to think. Hes eavesdropping but seems focused and thoughtful about something. He then takes a small blade out of subspace and starts to spread his left hand on a table. He stabs quickly between each of his fingers. "Huh. Someones giving PhanPhan a taste of his own medicine." He says to himself with a tsk.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot watches Phantom silently as the mech stumbles about. If he wasn't recently repaired he'd go over to the seeker himself. But for now he stays alert incase they do something.

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom's optics narrow, and he eases his grip on his photon blaster, but doesn't let go of it, watching as Vortex plays stabhand with himself on a table nearby. Doing so seems to make Phantom uncomfortable, but he doesn't comment on it.

 "This doesn't make me trust you," he hisses at Goth. "And you might not be able to find what you're looking for in the graveyard, anyway,"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex loos to Phantom, his own optics narrow. He has that blae ready for a reason. Maybe hes ready to attack if Phantom auses trouble. Maybe hes just playing stabhand with himself. Hes Vortex he does stuff like that. "I dont think you need to worry about the graveyard." he says softly.

**Goth has posed:**
     A smile ebs it's way onto Goth's face as he watches Phantom, tilting his helm inquisitively, before leaning forward. "You need not trust me, but merely work with me, besides, if I wished to rid of you, I would of long done so by now, your /far/ to useful for that." He'd nod, leaning back to his upright, proper standing position.

      "After all, what bot can easily make themselves intangible, and easily slip through walls undetected?" He'd raise his hand. "Or reach into ones chassis and simply..." He'd clutch his own close, indicating the action. "Snuff out a spark without anyone ever know what hit them?" He'd nod, before looking pointedly at Phantom and smiling with a hem.

      "And I'll be the one to judge that, after all, I do seem to have a... Ahh....Special, connection with the dead." He'd chuckle darkly.

      He'd lean back. "Unless, you have another idea, then by all means, I've got quite the ears." He'd nod... It really had been sometime since he'd actually had to be so manipulative. He'd give Sixshot a gesture, indicating for him to wait.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot simply nods as he remains on the berth as he watches things play out. Others will want to learn the results. But for now the sixchanger lets Goth handle things.

**Phantom has posed:**
"You can't have one without the other," Phantom says icily, finally taking his hand off of his photon blaster. "Because you wouldn't work with someone you didn't trust, now would you?" he says, his optics narrowing as he folds his arms.

 "I don't, actually," he says, flying over to the windowsill again. "And I'm sorry, but can't recall anything else. I remember the canister, and us being on patrol. And of course, what happened with it afterwards. But that's all."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Oh you certainly can, how do you think us Decepticons work? We can't trust each other as far as we can throw the other." He'd vent. "We however are capable of putting our differences aside long enough to deal with a much larger issue at hand, the autobots, yes?" He'd ask, before facing Phantom propper, and thought...

      Phantom probably never brought it in then, meaning it must of been still out there? At least if that's what Phantom did in whatever hallucination he had, why him though? He was pretty sure they equally hated each others components.... He doubted it was because Phantom saw him as capable.

      "Do you recall what I said out there?" He'd question, now if it was that mimic... Oh there was going to be words on how one could be /dumb enough/ to mistake such for him, but he wouldn't show it.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex purrs "Don't mind me." he says softly. "I'm just making sure nothing..torrid happens to my friend Goth here." he says softly. "No matter what you plan I sure it will coe to pass."

**Phantom has posed:**
"You said that it was powerful enough to eradicate the entire Autobot force in single fell swoop if utilized properly," Phantom says, optics narrowed. "But that's all I recall."

 He slides off the windowsill, glaring at Vortex, but otherwise not dignifying the Combaticon with any verbal recognition. He then starts heading for the exit of the medbay, clearly finished discussing the matter.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would glance over to Vortex and then back to Phantom and nodded, before calling out "There are few I dedicate myself to fully in trust and respect, and their quite obvious." He'd nod, settling his green optics on Phantom. "So long as you don't harm Dustoff...You'll find no threat with me." He'd leave it at that and allow Phantom to leave, looking to both Sixshot and Vortex with a questioning brow.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot watches Phantom leave before looking to Goth and shrugs, "Don't think I'll ever understand the seeker. Who can, no idea except maybe Sou if allowed." He gets up and makes for the exit, "No clue what he's talking of either. Going to head for a recharge."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex watches Phanto leave and shakes his head "I used to have weir choices in friends back when I was dumb." He says.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would give Sixshot a nod, and vented. "Likely just going to need to take a small patrol squad out and look around for such, a graveyard in that area is quite specific, as it indicates marked graves." He'd muse to himself. "will likely need to inform command to allow the allocation of resources." He'd continue in thought. "Hrm.. perhaps my echolocation..." he'd mumble.

      He'd look to Vortex and chuckled. "Well, seems I may haps of over done it, but.. Well, when I lie, I ensure it's..." He'd spin his claw as think. "Full, and believable." He'd nod.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex looks at Goth "Im not gonna say you're a good liar but... you coul teach Swindle a few tricks." he offer a fist to Goth, with tha hand not holding a blade. "Im proud of you. We'll make a Combaticon out of you yet."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth looked down at Vortex's fist for a few silent moments, and chuckled after the long pause, engaging in said fist bump. "I admit, I'm a bit rusty, can only hope that this will not come back to bite me in the aft plating." He'd vent. "However knowing my cursed luck." He'd groan.

      "Ludicrous, such a thing /actually/ existing, but every time it likes to show me." he'd vent again, shaking his helm, and thought. "...You know, most things that come up about Phantom seem to lead back to those plains... That portal he opened, the ahm.. That massacre with all the fire he spoke about before opening said portal." He'd hrm, ears twitching upward.

      "....I suppose the fate weavers did state that 'phantoms' tend to normally hunt their places of death."