1342/Scientific Grumblings

Cast of Characters: | Scrapper, Goth, 135

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth is huddled under in his pillow nest, hiding.. sort of, he had changed the codes back on his lab doors upon getting back, still trying to process everything that had happened, and the fact he'd been being chased by a /Sparkeater/. No one died, but still, that was a memory he didn't need brought back to the surface! Not to mention Phantom telling him he /owed/ him...

**Scrapper has posed:**
Oh hey, the old code works again. Scrapper had typed it in out of habit without really thinking about it, so for a moment he's just as surprised at the door swooshing open as anyone else would be. "Hey Goth!" He takes a few steps in, and then stops. "Goth?" It takes a few glances before he looks down far enough to see bat bits poking out from amongst the pillows. "... Yeah, that's about the reaction I'd expect from that experience."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth pokes his snout, the rest of his face out from under the pillows, not looking too pleased. "....No one say /anything/ regarding sparkeaters." He'd grumble, looking rather tired, he'd clearly not slept since returning.

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Technically I didn't, but that's not the point right now." Scrapper turns and wanders over to one of the work stations, pulling up his copy of the schematics found in the first mimic lair on a holo-projector and setting it on the counter. "I do, however, have a bit of scientific extrapulation of conceptual metaphysics that might help bring that mood up some." Or at least give him something else to think about besides surprise cosmic tentacle horrors.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth quirked a ridge and shifted out from under his pillow nest to look at Scrapper more full on, tilting his helm, clearly he was listening but not moving far. "I see... Well, as you are aware I am mostly all ears." least he hadn't lost his sense of humor!...mostly. Still from one annoyance and horror to just an annoyance, that was an improvement after all.

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper chuckles a little at the joke. That's a little more like it. "I had been over these repeatedly to put them into proper sequence, analysis what changes from one to the next, and so forth. But I kept reaching an impass due to the missing one the Autobots took, despite my best efforts." Scrapper shifts some of the holo-panes to bring up a different one, with the pictures Goth had taken from the lab before the other Decepticons joined him. "But these were on my datapad after that fracas with the Mimic, and while not a schematic we can clearly see the phylons are what the designs are for." He's going somewhere with this, and he's got that slightly off-putting 'scientist on the verge of breakthrough' giddiness to his voice.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nods, he knew those photos of the newer Pylon designs would probably be more useful to scrapper in the long run, considering the schematics of past they had. Goth shifted and moved his hands forward, crossing them, clearly listening to Scrapper ramble... A slight smile did appear on his face as the Construction got more excited. "I take you were able to glean something off of them?"

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Theres a loud banging on the door, whoever behind choosing not to storm in. Doesn't take long before Sixshot says, "Corporal, I assume your in here?"

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Mayhaps.. Well, I have a theory, bear with me." Scrapper expands one of the pictures. "See, I found these on my datapad, but I know I didn't take them. You did, yes?" He holds one hand off to the side. "The peculiarity is that I recall us going to the lair. You, Sixshot and myself." He gesture to the opposite side with the other hand. "And I recall us going outside to deal with the Autobots and the Mimic, where the other's met us to do so."

Scrapper snaps both hands together. "The problem is that every time I've tried to think about between those points, my memory banks fail to review anything save a vage recollection of tingling and static. And why is tha--" He stops at the banging. "Oh, more company it seems."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gives a nod. "I'd taken and sent them too you before you went in, and were shocked by those pylons." he'd explain with a pointed finger. Nodding along as Scrapper spoke, helping him fill in those blanks, before he could go into more detail, Goth lets out a startled yelp.. Squeak? at the banging, his fur standing on end and he actually dived back under the pillows, before calming down on hearing Sixshot's voice.

      "A-ah erm.. yes... The door codes already put in.. just press the green button and should a-allow you in." He'd call.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot pushes open the door, "Of all the things for the General to attempt and pull. A chance to lose personnel when many are busy." The sixchanger is obviously looking at reports, stopping the screen at the Sparkeater, "Heh, what a missed opportunity." Its obvious he doesn't care who hears him speaking of the other warrior elite. Looking up he nods to Scrapper before tilting his head at the batmech under the pillows, "Really?"

**Scrapper has posed:**
When Goth mentions getting shocked by the pylon Scrapper slams a hand down on the workstation. "Exactly! I don't recall that, but that's the point! -- Hello, Sixshot --" He greets the sixchanger, then goes right back into his explaination without missing more than a beat. "It doesn't take a genius to correlate the fragmentation of my memory, no easy feat in itself, with the jolt from the phylon's exposed components." The engineer is on a roll as he turns to face the two other Decepticons. "Now, consider what we know of the Mimic's motives. He claims he wants to 'stop the war'... and we know from his designs and from the lab he was building many of these devices."

"Put all those together, and the potential theory is clear." Scrapper turns partially to point with ethusiasm at the schematics on display. "The Mimic plans to 'stop' the war by making everyone on Cybertron forget it ever happened in the first place!"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth glowers at Sixshot, his ears fanned back as he peeks out of the pillows. "It was a Sparkeater, what kind of reaction did you expect?" He'd chuff indignantly.

      He then pushed his helm out of the pillows once more and looked at Scrapper and hems. "Not as Drastic as what I theorized, but definitely more plausible.... Though I do wonder how he plans to implement the /rest/ of his plan, else doomed to repeat such history, specially given the state of the world." He'd muse.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"To maybe besides running as is your right, lead into a trap. Even if may not kill but disable it during a chase. Get it after the actual waste of a spark if wasn't for his ability to phase.", Sixshot replies. Shaking his head he looks to Scrapper as he goes off about what the two found, "A waste unless it also creates free energon."

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Pfff," Scrapper vented, giving the thought a dismissive wave. "That part is easy. He can be whoever he wants. After everyone's memories are reset he'd just imitate someone to place himself in a position of power, and use the authority to fabricate a unified front, and as he would know who would be the most likely to rekindle the 'old way' have them disposed of before they build a movement again."

Then wags a finger at Sixshot. "There is also that. It is likely he either has not considered, or deemed it unimportant until after he's established his new history." He picks his datapad up from the countertop again. "I'm sure a lot of this concept sounds like it is insane.. but so is our adversary. Insanity and a zealous dedication to one singular objective is both dangerous... and tends to cause tunnel-vision. More importantly!" Scrapper turns to adjust some of the schematic displays with his other hand. "Now that we have seen complete, if damaged, examples of the technology in addition to the imcomplete schematics, and a determinable effect of the devices, I do believe I can extrapulate a way to weaponize some of this technology. On a smaller, more constructive scale, of course." Even as he's talking Scrapper is going from the schematics, to the photos, and notes on his datapad, and back again. "Mayhaps not the memory defragmentation directly, but if one could weaponize the disruption of congentive clarity it would throw the Autobots' efforts at unified assaults against our holdings into disarray!"

**Goth has posed:**
     "I mean I considered time travel, so your theory sounds much more sound then mine." Goth tells Scrapper dryly as he listened, tapping at his face plate. "Hmm, definitely a plausible idea, though, do you suspect an idea on how to reverse the effects of such, if that is indeed what he is planning?" He'd question with a helm tilt, other thoughts coming to his helm as he thought of the scenario, his ridges knitting as more and more ideas came to his helm.

      He'd shake them off and looked to Sixshot with a grumble. "Speaking of wastes of sparks.. Phantom now says I /owe/ him after he made that fragging thing chase me and then did what he did." He'd grumble more as he plopped his head down in the pillows.. Seems he liked both Scrapper and Sixshot enough to actually openly say that... That or they just all had a unified hate-on for Phantom.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot listens as Scrapper rambles on as the techhead he is before saying, "So basically mnemosurgey without the needles on a large scale. Heh even if he erased memories the spark would drive any to do as before eventually. Especially if they can't solve other problems."

 Looking back to Goth he nods, "No surprise but doubt he will be able to collect. Heard he's caught the attention of someone who may not put up with his schemes."

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Extremely simplified, Sixshot, but in general concept, yes." Scrapper mmms, tapping his mouthguard. "You have a point. I should consider the need to undo such memetic tampering as well in my on-going investigation. As it is more likely this technology would simply block out recall functions than actually erase them." He taps a quick note to himself on his datapad. "This is why we make good lab partners, Goth. I do sometimes tunnel-vision myself, so the outside observations of another help curb that happening... This is still going to take time. I need to determine how to manufacture some of these components, and design substitutions for some internal hardware that isn't evident in the information we've collected."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Maybe to early in this stage but a way to block the possible signal maybe another idea to counteract such a thing, as a wide scale signal would likely what would need to be used as opposed to a planet wide electrical charge, akin to the one you suffered." He'd add on. "Hmm Though if it is a charge would need to figure how to block that.. I'd imagine there would be those immune to both types of tampering due to frame make up, but that's merely a theory." He'd add on.

      Goth then gave Scrapper a node. "Well have access to my lab once more, so if you require tools or merely datapads to sketch out more shemadics on, i have more than a whole filing cabinets worth." He'd groan, those where one the most scavenged items he could find, useful still but gods they were common.

      He then looked to Soxshot and chuffed. "Hopefully so.. Tired of the damn youth getting I and others into trouble without repercussions, simply because we can't catch him." He'd growl. "Lying like he did, got us into that whole mess and he has the /gull/ to think I would willingly do such for him after such an event?!" Goth scoffs in serious offense, he buries his snout in his pillows as his index claws start digging into the metal floor as Goth stewed in his anger.

      "I did /everything/ right and followed order to play along with the pests game... I'm growing impatient and tired of suffering the humiliation brought on by such." he'd start grinding his denta.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot listens to the pair of engineers and nods "Well thats your department." Focusing on Goth he adds, "Games like this are a bigger waste than some of the other nonsense like what happens on radio. Many should be glad some things are tolerated."

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Phantom thinks he's invincible... That will get him in the end. Waiting for karma to catch up is a pain in the muffler though." Scrapper hmms. "I appreciate it, Goth. My workshop is primarily equipped for engineering and architecture, so when I need to operate in other fields it's not adequate. And I loath working on a personal project in a public laboratory. I have Hook gawking over my shoulder criticing things he doesn't entirely understand as it is."

**Goth has posed:**
     "At least the Radio can be amusing and decent background noise for wen working, this.. This is just a waste of time, energy and effort that could otherwise be used working together much more cohesively." He'd grumble. "It is a pain in thee.. ahh. 'muffler' as you say." He had other words, but not many got his organic references.

      He'd nod. "An irritant I can empathize with, there are reasons you will never see me working in the public labs around here, far to many distracts and those wanting to offer unhelpful and unasked for criticism." he'd huff.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"A waste that will be dealt with in time. Though do wonder what the General will have planned next. May not be the last Overlord has between you both. Though probably focus more on Phantom till another does the deed.", Sixshot replies. He nods before adding, "It is amusing till someone foolishly gets annoyed or worse."

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Or take ideas for themselves." Sometimes spies and thieves spend more time taking stuff from their own allies. Scrapper hmmhmms a bit after than, and leans over the workstation to get deeper into his analysis.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Where /is/ Overlord? I've made note of his absence since all of that." He'd mumble, still digging at the floor, he was causing actual damage with those claws but he stops. "I hope so.." he'd just add almost in defeat. His fur the bristles as his mind starts to drift and grumbles. "I suppose I should be grateful I am at least back here alive." He'd say mainly to himself as he rested his helm against the pillows.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot shrugs, "No idea where he is as he doesn't announce himself till he chooses. Not as Soundwave but he has his ways. Just have to wait and see what he does."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth lets out a grunt. "I suppose that is true." He'd sigh. "....So tell me Sixshot, is this all that brings you down here? I do not believe you've been down here before." He'd note, tilting his helm.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"Was going to ask what you found at the bunker but thats been answered by both of you.", Sixshot nods towards Scrapper as he says this. Looking back to the beastformer, "Wasn't going to bother on discussing upgrades after that mission. Best to let you recover with what was on the station. Least there was only one with the massacre described."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth cringed, and nodded, he'd sigh and just relax there a moment. "Hmph.. Need to get your T-cog schematics to see if I cannot pinpoint where the jams are happening and if I cannot fix it to where such doesn't happen anymore.. if not examine your weapons to seeing if any wiring or power overlord is the cause." He'd continue on.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods, "There should be schematics somewhere. If can't find them in the database, can find them. Otherwise unless lacking the equipment can agree to a scan."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nods. "Indeed, I can do such here soon, likely during your next medical repair or examination.. For now.." Goth would burrow himself back under his pillows and huff... He didn't mind both Scrapper and Sixshot down here, anything felt safer...