1112/A Second Meeting

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was soaring over head, not happy, not happy at all, this place was much too cold to his liking, and the frost building up on his wings constantly disrupted his cloaking, that matter he was still sore after what had happened at the sonic canyons... hat matter he stood out a bit, black and red against the icy metallic whites of this place was not good camouflage.

      He'd then click on his commlink and gruse into it. "<<Who's idea was it again to send me out to the Grav-Haraan Glacier?>>"

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch has come here. The Grav-Haraan Glacier. He climbed it single handedly, though he as easily could have flown up. The bitter cold stings at the seams in his armor, and frost collects along it. He's unruffled. In fact, he's in a very, very bad mood. The bat flying overhead is of little concern to the Autobot at the moment. He wants to be -alone.-

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would continue to grumble, "<<Not yet.>>" He'd state into the commlink, he'd then spot Quickswitch and curse, as he was having trouble with activating his cloaking field, and with that, to attempt not to be spotted, he'd soar down to a lower area to attempt to take cover to hide himself.

      Ears twitching he'd take stock of the situation, looking over Quickswitch and comparing to those in his databanks... This was one of the first autobots he faced upon joining the Decepticons.. interesting.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch transforms to assault beast mode and roars at the sky, roars at the bat, roars at his rotten mood, "COME OUT!" he bellows, "COME OUT NOW OR I'LL FETCH YOU /MYSELF!/ Curse this. He'd wanted some time alone, in the most dangerous and remote place on Cybertron's surface... and there was a bat here...? Wait. He registered a bat in his memory banks. A Decepticon. On Clemency. The sixchanger hisses and paces, taut and restless.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth lets out a string of curses, when did Quickswitch see him?! And with that and a number of struggles from his still recovering systems, he vanishes in a quick burst of black and red pixel particles... He'd breath out a sigh of relief... But would fly about, trying to see if Quickswitch could still see him.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
The beast emits a sound of furious discontentment, "How /dare/?!" he spits, as the bat suddenly vanishes from sight, "Come back here, /immediately/, Decepticon, or I'll rend you to shreds of metal! Do you /hear/ me!" The beast's green optics glow fiercely.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would vent out a vent of relife, and take a near perch to watch Quickswitch, throwing what he considered to be, a tantrum. His optics settling into a half-lidded position. He was /not/ going to do that, he wasn't dumb, and placed his hands together, trying to figure how to even respond to the Sixchangers tantrum.

      "And the alternative if I do? I'd most likely be shot. Please I am not foolish as your lot makes me out to be." He'd grumble to himself.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
It is a tantrum, one from an unpredictable Autobot with half a dozen modes. And he's upset. Every aspect of him is awake with unsettled thoughts, each vieing for dominance, each failing, "You're going to be shot anyway.." Quickswitch says quietly, "..I was only trying to make it easy on you." He curses his lack of enhanced senses, so he uses what senses he has. Just need to keep him talking, "Coming out here alone is fool enough for the likes of you. Defying me is also fool enough for the likes of you."

**Goth has posed:**
     Well, now he /really/ wasn't going to come out! He's had enough of being shot at, thank you very much! that and he did have orders from his superiors to not engage, and likely wait the sixchanger out.

      He'd cringe, and let out a grunt though as the bot had heard his grumbles. Though, on thinking on it, Goth would look around the area, to see what the environment had to offer... The clicking and scraping of his claws of where he was perched being a bit of a worry for him.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch again curses his lack of enhanced senses. He stops. Head raised up and ears pricking at the subtle sounds of claws against metal. The beast smiles a leering grin and leaps in the direction of the sounds, claws outstretched and fanged maw wide.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would let out a yelp and leap out of the way, but he takes a bit of a fall, and goes rolling, his cloaking field being disrupted, shimmering and exposing where his form is, the large beast former bat glaring his own green optics at the sixchanger.

**Quickswitch has posed:**
Quickswitch glares mightily! He moves into a crouch and then...

"Go.." he says, "Go back to your brethren.. I'm giving you this chance.. Now GO..!"

He adds, "Quickly before I change my mind again."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth raised a ridge, watching Quickswitch, but soon enough his cloaking field corrects itself, and the beast-former is gone again, now if he listened or not was another question, but for now.. He was choosing to play it safe.