1272/A Talk With a Terrorcon

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth is up from his medberth, not /as/ hooked up to the medical equipment as he had been and is in his root-mode of all things! ready and waiting for the latest batch of injured to slog their way in. He's still sore, but of course hiding it behind his normal stoic, half-lidded position with his arms folded behind his back.

**Sinnertwin has posed:**
Sinnertwin tromps into Medical, even though he's barely scuffed up and that's by his own efforts to hurt someone even more than he hurt himself. He's just low on energon and the chemicals his flame weapons run off so he slinks off somewhere to lay down and rest.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would take a look over Sinnertwin a moment, and determine his injuries were not enough to really warranty repair, new paint maybe, but repair? naah. He'd direct Sinner to the decontamination showers and to a spot out of the way were no one would trip over him! just needed to away Shadowstar and their leaders status.

**Sinnertwin has posed:**
Pointing the big brute of a Terrorcon somewhere out of the way is a good idea. He took out a medic and set a bunch of Bots, including Blurr by some luck, on fire. So he's content enough to lay still and recharge. At least for the time being. We'll see how long it lasts before he gets restless, hungry, or knowing Terrorcons both at the same time.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuffs, and once no others come he moves and takes a seat on his berth once more, rubbing at his helm. "Well.. I suppose that could of been worse." he'd muse, crossing one leg over the other as he leaned back.

**Sinnertwin has posed:**
Sinnertwin raises one head to look at the others, while the other rests down atop his half crossed forelimbs. "Autobots may of taken Rodion, but they suffered severely for doing so." "Serves them right for being so pushy-pushy into our turf," the other head chimes in.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nods, the loss of Rodion after having failed to take it so many times before was definitely bothersome, he'd sigh and lean back on the berth through. "We took Clemency, so, I suppose it's not to major of a loss, after all, Clemency does hold much needed supplies." he'd muse, crossing his arms as he attempted to think of the silver lining.

**Sinnertwin has posed:**
Sinnertwin shrugs his shoulders. "We took almost nothing in way of injuries for the loss." "Buildings are easier to replace." Pause. Both heads look at each other. "Right?" "Sounds right." He's not exactly wrong, but he's making it sound a lot simplier than it really is, too. "Defenses just stand there." "Point and blow stuff up." "Soldiers take more time. Fanicer parts." "Training." "Extra effort to not dying."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would roll over onto his chassis to look at the two and quirked a ridge, a bit surprised if anything. "..Indeed, that is astute of you... And quite correct, injuries and deaths are much greater drains then building, due to the resources to repair such, or the loss of a trained combatant."

**Sinnertwin has posed:**
"Sometimes sentry isn't about saving the target." "But make the enemy reconsider how much they wasted on the effort." He at least seems to have some grasp on war being more than just the fighting back and forth. At least where it's part of his function. But the conversation seems to be satisfying enough for him, Sinnertwin flumping his head down on top of the other and actually dozing off for a bit to finish recharging.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth hems, and nods, he's always found it odd how he can talk with Sinnertwin, always a bit surprised by how.. well, not-dumb, the terracon is, pleasantly so. Considering he's actually talked with Blot? Yeaaah.. He lets the terracon rest for now, his ears drooping a bit as he returns to rest as well.