1128/Hanging out

Cast of Characters: | Phantom, Onslaught, Goth, 135

**Goth has posed:**
     The medical bay had been eerily quiet, and strangely void of Vortex's, Phantom's, and Darkstars's! So much so Goth was actually able to get some personal things done, such as moving a set of objects from the ship he'd arrived in... Now? He was just in his familiar corner, reading... Yes, he was reading upside down, and seemed none-fazed by it.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught strides into medbay, moving with a purpose -- until he sees Goth hanging from the ceiling. '..I say!" he says.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot is idly reading a datapad displaying a few past and current events muttering to himself, "Missed so much. Well least back in action." He stops when he notices Onslaught but says nothing. Looking to Goth he nods to the batmech, "See your feeling well."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would look... Up? over, form his Datapad and over to Onslaught and raised a ridge. "...And that would be?" He'd respond, noting he was being stared at... His ear then twitched and his optics moved to Sixshot. "Indeed. no longer... well, you know what Prowl did." He'd chuff.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught grunts. "Rather unusual to see someone standing from the ceiling," he says. "...please, if you have any concern for my mental health, do not let Vortex know this is a thing that can be done.' He chuckles. "I'd heard he'd injured you severely, Goth. Are you feeling better?"

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods, "Wish had gone with a different strategy and given you a chance to cloak before me. Even if had succeeded in taking down the defenses, would have been better for all operatives to be online." He glances to Onslaught but doesn't comment on Vortex.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would stare at Onslaught for a moment, wondering if Onslaught had seen him like this before but.. No instance was coming up at he could recall. Still though, it was odd, that this was pointed out, as no one before had said anything, not even Dustoff, who he'd originally thought would be the first.

      "Yes.. Well, this is a natural resting position for I." He'd then lift a claw. "Also hanging, not standing." He'd correct, the joke going over... under? his head if it was one. "Vortex has seen me like this on numbers of occasions, you're fine." He'd state simply, before looking to Sixshot, and nodded.

      "Bah, it was a sound strategy, unfortunately I suspect that... 'luck' was just not on our side." He'd cringe at the fact he even used that word... But it was becoming harder and harder to say that he didn't have back luck.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught relaxes, slightly. The fact Vortex hasn't pestered him for magnaboots is a good sign. "Well, that's fine then," he says, glancing Sixshot's way, looking the sixchanger over, a tad warily. "Luck's what you make of it. In my experience, it has more to do with siezing the advantage than anything else."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"Rather not make it a habit to bring back those downed, not that I wouldn't. Some that chose to join are those found before scavengers could get ahold of them. For many it may have been fate, though Blast Off prob would have preferred not to come crashing to Kaon.", Sixshot says as he finds a seat, optics shifting between the two other mechs.

 He nods to the combaticon leader adding, "Do agree with you there, Onslaught. Just have to focus on the next opportunity." The sixchanger tries to study any reaction from the others, his faceplate remaining closed.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth merely knitted his ridges in response to Onslaught, and then Sixshot... These two still where relatively new to him, and him to them so.. Should He explained them he's.. Well, there rumor running around that the bat was cursed, and or that he was rivaling Blast Off in the thickest Medical file department?

      It all wasn't because he was incapable or incompetent, no, he knew well enough how much of a boon he was on the field.. When not on fire, or something like say the end of BO's whip clipping his wing and paralyzing him to where Brawl uses him as a projectile... Or every time he's missed when he's jumped out of his cloaking or... He'd bring his hand to his snout and sigh out in aggravation... He didn't dance with lady luck, lady luck just liked to trip the bat.

      "I'd concur, as I am one who rathers logic, calculations and strategy... However, my ever growing medical file that has grown to rival Blast Off's... Disagrees.."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught ahhhs. "Yes, well, the battlefield has a way of making a fool of chance," he says. 'Happens to the best of us. Sometimes, more than we would like."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods, "Until the battle happens, better to not predict the outcome. Always a chance for success or failure." The sixchangers optics glow as he adds, "Though next time maybe a bot will fall."

**Goth has posed:**
     "If we can set prowl on fire again, that would be quite satisfactory." He'd grin. at the thought... There was a reason they were more focused on that in the report then on complete details. He'd then clear his voice box, looking over. "Indeed though, I'll have to give you cover a head of time to scope out weak spots to hit upon.. If we can make a big enough hole we can consistently hit, we'll likely be in the clear, a strategy I and Scavenger have actually managed to pull off." He'd explain with a nod.

      Goth would take a moment to consider Onslaughts words before.. Well, he offered out one of his meny datapads to Onslaught.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught's optics brighten at the thought of Prowl on fire. "Indeed!" he says, reaching out to take Goth's datapad. "What's this?" he asks, as he looks down at the 'pad.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot chuckles, "He'll get a taste of his own flame. Would even use his own phosphex grenades if possible."

**Phantom has posed:**
Sitting quietly on the same windowsill he'd sat on before is the elusive seeker, Phantom. He watches the three other Decepticons converse quietly, saying nothing for the time being. Instead, he just observes them quietly, every so often looking down a data pad he's carrying in one hand.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth merely sighed. "Just.. watch."

      The folder was full over over 30 videos, all dated since Goth arrived on Cybertron not even a Stellar-Cycle (Cybertronian year) ago, and all.. all of the videos, are Goth's personal combat footage and it just show cases, that before he'd gotten his cloaking abilities... He'd only come back into the medical bay on his own, and awake, 5 times; As well as an egregious amount of fire damage done by Prowl. There is also a rather amusing set of commlink recording of Savanager saying Goth's back-luck curse was contagious.

      Goth then looked over to Sixshot "Hmph, that would be a feat." he'd chuckle. "Just don't ask Sinnertwin to do it, I think Dustoff about had a fit when he found out that he had /eaten/ one." He'd shake his helm from the memory, glancing over slightly, taking note of Phantoms presence and give him a.. slight nod of acknowledgment before returning his focus.

      "I hope you both have been faring well."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught winces as he reviews Goth's combat footage. "...err...of course, sometimes -- sometimes it's just bad luck," he says. "Have you perhaps considered that you might be hexed? It's silly superstition but...well, that doesn't mean it's not true. There are those who are skilled int he removal of negative luck."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot smirks behind his faceplate before laughing, "No surprise there. Sinnertwin or Hun-gurr have odd appetites." He doesn't look at the datapad and just shrugs as he adds, "No expert in the occult but guess can't rule out anything at times. While I have been doing well."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught's head tilts up to the side as if he's heard something audible only to himself. "I apologize, gentlemen," he says. "I must go. Goth, if you wish to have a luck clensing done, let me know. I may know someone who can help you."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth scoffed. "There is no such things as hexes jinxes, and, or, curses, all merely things fate weaves makeup to scare youths into behaving." He'd roll his optics. "Positive its merely just poor circumstances." He'd huff, taking his datapad back once it was passed to him, he'd subsequently subspace it, and wrap his wings back around himself, his ears falling back.. which must of looked weird given he was hanging upside down from the ceiling.

      "...Been awfully silent." He'd state, glancing back over to were Phantom was perched.

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom scoffs at Goth. "Well, maybe it's just the universe giving back to you what you've dealt," he says cynically. "I don't believe in 'magic' if you will either, but you certainly reap whatever you sow." He smirks, and goes back to looking at the datapad he's carrying.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot shrugs again, "I'll leave those thoughts to ones that do. Nothing has proven either side." He listens to Phantom but says nothing as karma seems to have chosen not to hit back as hard as he has.

**Goth has posed:**
     "I believe that's called Karma, and I doubt such." He wanted to say he's not done anything /that/ bad for it to be as bad as it was but.. He was also aware that was an opinion, for that matter why would it strike /now/ of all times? As he'd not done anything that high on an crime list since coming to the planet.

      "Baah" He'd shake his helm and huffed. "I still doubt such a thing exists, 'magic' is just a primitive term used to describe a science that is yet to be understood."

**Phantom has posed:**
"Oh, /really/?" he says. "Well then, if you're such a good person, why don't you go and join the Autobots?" he sneers sarcastically at the bat. "Unless you've got a perfect record, you won't be able to prove whether it exists or not."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot shakes his head, "You two can enjoy your debate. I'll wait to see what's to be believed when it happens." Getting up he heads for the door, "Not going to bother worrying about things like magic or karma." He doesn't wait for any replies as he leaves the medbay.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth merely rolled his optics, and shook his helm, not even wanting to /start/ on how that didn't make sense, and just huffed. "I suppose he does have the right idea, no point in fussing." He'd state, looking at where Sixshot had gone, and just grumbled. He still wish he didn't end up on his face plate so much.

      Well.. Now this was awkward, he was alone with /Phantom/ of all bots. He'd reach over to grab his datpaad once more to start reading (while hanging upside down from the ceiling.)

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom doesn't say anything to Goth, instead, he continues studying the datapad he's carrying, his expression distant. Eventually, he slides off the windowsill and not bothering to open the door, phases right through it and out of the medbay.