1313/Stuck with Me

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was.. Well the first door down to his lab had been left unlocked, the second one had, had it's security code changed and only one other person had it outside of Goth, who was currently still face down at his desk, with one wing over his helm and the other near that Dagger Overlord had given him... That engex bottle from before in his message having been polished off.

**Dustoff has posed:**
It should be no surprise, then, when the door opens just who it is coming in. Dustoff makes his way down without much in the way of words spoken as he moves to pull a chair over to the desk, getting it placed next to where Goth is sitting and settles himself down into it, reaching for the bottle to look the label over. "Not my first choice...but ain't a bad one."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth looked up from his resting spot to see who had come in, mostly forgetting that he'd mostly locked himself in at this point, but was nonetheless grateful to see just who it was; Put one fear at ease at least! He just stares for a moment before shaking his helm out of it, trying to collect himself and cleared his voice box.

      "Hmph, merely wanted to get myself plastered enough that I didn't remember what happened, so found the strongest thing I had hidden away." He'd vent. "Didn't work." He'd grumble.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff frowns a bit. "Saw th' recordin's... Seems like a pretty crazy ordeal. You're gonna be alright, though." It isn't a question, it's a statement. "Still, if ya need... I'm all ears." He grins faintly and pulls out a flask, taking a sip before offering it over. "What do ya think this is all about?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth glances up at Dustoff and there's a chuff, and a smile from him. "Well.. I had feared I was not going to get a chance to speak with you before.. whenever I'm supposed to be sent off is to happen so... I do think, this maybe a good sign of things to come." He'd state with a nods.

      "...Hmph, I'm not actually sure, I'd actually been so overwhelmed by my own emotions and the chaos around me I..." he'd give pause, and crossed his arms. "... Neglected to ask such questions, and only accepted that it was a punishment of sorts due to Phantoms stupidity."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff gives a slight nod and grunts. "I'm sure it'll turn out...fine. Honestly. Ain't like Overlord'd just send Decepticons off somewhere t' die... I don't think we got enough forces to justify that kinda nonsense." He mutters. "Besides...yer smarter than Phantom, an' ya got that nifty cloak. Honestly... how's an afthat like him gonna hit somethin' he can't even see, hmm?"

He frowns. "Besides...you ain't allowed to go off somewhere an' not come back. 's against the wishes of th' medbay." He takes another drink from his flask and sets it down on the desk. "An' no one gets to go against medbay's orders."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckles at that, finally lifting himself back up from his chair and groaning. "It has crossed my mind, that I am at the advantage here, considering my capabilities and experience vs his cunning... Though I still fear he may attempt to use his damn phasing to his own use to make it appear as if he's dead." He'd chuff in annoyance.

      "Can only hope such a game does not go on for a few days, I doubt I could keep it active for so long at a time without serious ramifications." he'd muse, tapping his claw against his face, before glancing back down at Dustoff, and smiles with a soft chuckle. "I would hope so.." Though he does pause in thought.

      "...You've.. seen the damage done to your desk from Overlord's threat displays.. yes?"

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff nods. "I did, yeah... but didn't pay much mind to it. Not th' highest thing on my list of things t' worry over." He ponders. "Though...I did listen t' everything that was said durin' that whole...ordeal... so you can't bring weapons, yeah?" He grins. "Then...bring other useful stuff. A medkit an' other such things ain't weapons, now, are they. So...I say, use that head of yours an' figure out what it is you need to bring."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth found himself smiling at Dustoff, before moving to lean against him, letting out and exhausted, yet content huff. He glanced over to the Dagger then back, and then down at his own index claws. "Well.. Since when I have I ever used external weapons that were not part of my own physiology?" He'd chuckle.

      "Though, I do fear what may happen if I am forced to remain in my root-mode.. so, something I'll need to avoid being let onto." He'd smile. "And this is true, Sinnertwin did make something of a similar, yet much more simpler, observation..." he'd muse in thought, he'd been so panicked before he'd not stopped to realize he had a whole lab of things that could be used to his advantage. There was though a moment of silence, before a chuckle escaped Goth.

**Dustoff has posed:**
"Something I'm sure was not lost on Overlord. I'd say it sounds like he's after something and you were all just...convenient to send. I doubt it's something meant to just leave you all to suffer or die." He frowns. "One would hope..."

He shuffles a fair bit and reaches into a subspace pocket. "Which...reminds me. Had to find the right...mech to craft this, but...now seems to be a good time." He frowns. "As good as any, at least." He pulls a carefully wrapped box -or at least something box-shaped, out and sets it on the desk. "Up to you if you want to open it now or...when ya come back."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth pauses a moment. "..Well not counting my drones, but those are easily forgotten giving I have to pull them from my subspace, and should one Jam up the line It is better off I not use them." He'd muse in thought, before knitting his Ridges and taking a deep vent trying to calm down. "Hope indeed... Hope and Pray, which is not something I've done in quite the years since everything that had happened." he'd tack on as he rested his helm against Dustoff's pouldren, closing his optics.

      Goth's ear would twitch and he'd open an optic to look over at Dustoff. "Hmm?" He'd sit up partly to look at it, tilting his helm he takes it carefully. "...I do not know when I'd be returning.. and considering you are here now.. I feel, it maybe better to do so now." He'd chuckle softly. "As seeing your reaction is part of the joy ini t all." He'd smile.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff chuckles softly. "Don't do it on my account..." He motions lightly. "But, all on you there." He settles himself back and considers a moment, moving right on along as though it's really no big deal. "A refuel tank...if ya got one. May'aps some scanners an' other tools that'll help with things... hmm. We got any intel on Phantom's signature to track 'em when he does that whole...hidey nonsense?" He chuckles softly.

But, that's about it, he takes a sip from his flask and goes quiet to leave Goth to open things.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gives a light chuckle. "Please, I rather savour such moments." he'd smooch Dustoff's cheek before carefully unwrapping such. "A refuel tank would be the most useful, considering how quickly I eat through my own reserves in a single fight... Medical kits yes, would contain enough items.. Unsure if our Radios will be able to reach once there.." He'd hem.

      "As for Phantom's signal, I'm.. unsure, I believe we'd need to find the specific transmitter he is set up with else..." He'd pause a moment as he looked over the little crystalin cube.

      The Liquid in it is what caught his attention after a moment as he studied it, he had a very good guess as to what it was, however, he would need to ask. "Is this... What I think it is?" he'd question. "...Does look to have taken quite a bit of time to make." He'd add a little lost for words.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff doesn't answer straight-away. Not directly, at least, but after a moment he simply gives a slight nod. "Yeah...you'd be surprised how...hard it was to find anyone that wouldn't...totally jus' botch it all up an'...well, here's th' deal," he shrugs. "It's...a pretty stout crystal. Hard, ain't gonna break easy. Sure, if ya drop it or somethin', might get scuffed or scratched but...it ain't gonna go nowhere."

**Goth has posed:**
     "I can believe such, Most crafts meches have likely left the planet, and those around still, would greatly inflate the price greatly, or run off with such, considering the contents." Goth mused as he looked it over, but gives another soft chuckle as he looks at it as Dustoff explains.

      "Much like the mech it comes from." he'd smile as he looks it over. "Thank you... I'll ensure to keep to keep it safe."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff nods. "You'd better... I don't think I'd be able t' get another one." He chuckles softly and then reaches over to ruffle the bat between the ears. "Now...do me a favor, yeah? Quit gloomin' an' doomin' and use that head o' yours. If ya go into anythin' assumin' you'll lose, you'll lose. Alright?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth bah's with a chuckle as Dustoff does that, grinning ear to ear. He'd ensure the little cube was safely secured in his hand, before kissing Dustoff's neck, up to his forhelm, placing his own for helm against his and huffed out. "Hmph~ I suppose I must now, mustn't I?" he'd tease with a grin.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff grins at the show of affection and pulls the other mech in close. "Nope, yer stuck with me, I'm 'fraid..." He gives a pleased grunt and then rests back. "So...shall I close th' medbay for th' time bein' so we can get stuff prepared for yer little trip?"

**Goth has posed:**
     "And force those pions to wait outside with injuries?" Goth Questioned with a raised ridge before chuckling. "Would prove quite amusing, and fair amount of payback while we got everything together, so my answer is yes." He'd grin.

      "...Thank you Dustoff, and I don't think I couldn't of been luckier to be stuck with such." He'd smirk.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff gives a grin as he nods and pulls out a datapad, hitting a button. Undoubtedly, it just turns the green 'open' light to a red 'go away' light. That's about it.

And then he just rests where he's at, kicking his feet up on the desk so he can get an arm around Goth and simply enjoy the moment while it's available to enjoy. "Sounds good t' me."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would smile and nuzzle his helm against Dustoff, closing his optics, and finding himself drifting off, so he'd slip the little cub in his subspace for now. "That it does dusty.. That it does."