1001/Overcharged

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was down at maccs, with her head planted down on the table, her arm folded around it.. She was now on her third cube of high-grade, alone and just sulking in her own thoughts... But it was nice to be out of the atmosphere she'd been in before, this was.. better.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar stumbles into Maccadam's, his mouthguard up with the glow of fresh energon running down the side in a single line. "Ohhh-ho-ho-ho... That was EPIC!" he announces before steadying himself, a forearm moving to wipe away the energon before he started limping toward the bar. He hadn't been to Maccadam's Oil House for quite some time, and he sure was glad to be back. "Barmech! You know what ta' do..." A hand slapped the bartop. "One for me... And another for my helm-ache," he chortles before dropping onto a stool as if his body suddenly lost the will to stand.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid comes into Maccadams himself, shuffling, his eyes held to the ground, looking like he doesn't want to bother anyone or anything. When he sees familiar faces, he raises his head, looking his normal chipper self. Put on the mask, Aid. "Hello, Starlock. Hello..Darkstar is it. Mind if I join you guys and ..chug down a can of engex?" oh he's using big poeple slang now. Chug down. Watch out Maccs. Aid is here.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Dumb aft.." Starlock mumbled to herself as Darkstar came in, rolling her optics. She'd then glance up at First aid form her booth, awaaay form Darkstar, the three empty High-grade engex cubes stacked up there in view. "Hey aid.. Can sit with me." Even drunk Starlock was looking out for the taller medic. She'd rest her cheek plate on her arm and close her optics.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar was on too much of a high to notice Starlock, but First Aid mentioned something about drinks and so naturally the Autobot medic would command his attention. "Eh? Oh... The Med 'Bot," he says, sounding unimpressed. Still, this one had bought him drinks before and Darkstar didn't soon forget such things. "Yeah, why not? C'mon... First round's on you. I'll buy the next... Maybe," he adds with a laugh.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "Yeah. Two of them. Two medbots. And sure, I'll buy." he says, sliding up next to Starlock "What are we drinking to tonight?" he asks.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Pshh, I've already had three, not going for a fourth." She'd huff, keeping her head there in her arms on the table, and snorted. "Aid...Aid.. Aid..Aidy Aidy..." She'd point at him in her overcharge. "...I have a question."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar nods to First Aid, giving due respect. He did remember after all that this is one of the mechs who he had fought at Thymesis. For a medic he put pretty tough, though it was always a little strange hanging out with mechs you'd just as easily offline on any given day. If First Aid didn't care about their colors enough to avoid trying to poison him then neither did Darkstar. "What say we drink to..." C'mon processor, think of something that's neutral that won't be offensive to the 'Bots. "How about we drink to..." Not offensive. Neutral. NEUTRAL. "The Cause." Bingo!

    "Starlock..." Yep, he remembered her again. "Starlock, Starlock... She who enjoys getting in between me and my prey," he notes, optics flashing as he chuckles.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "That's good. You stop when you are ready to stop, thats good. Is this a social drink or..." He shifts a bit. He never sees 'color' in the bars. He'll talk to a bot the same way he talks to a con as long as they dont start being violent at him. "Right. To the cause." though he's sure they're drinking to two different causes. "I dont normally drink but today I can make an exception." he says. "Dont laugh at my face though." he takes off his mask and leaves the visor on. Wow. Proto-face. He looks very young white face , with rounder cheeks and a soft easy going smile.

**Starlock has posed:**
     She'd take a deep vent, and point dramatically at Darkstar. "Why do you keep trying t-to befriend this aft hole.. He's an aft hole." Yep, she is definitely overcharged, saying things she normally wouldn't aloud. She'd then give Darkstar a dirty look, pouting her lip, and then looked back at aid and shuttered her optics. "Awwww your adorable~"

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar raises the original cylinder of enerbeer he'd ordered upon first entering the bar, and his ridges knitted curiously. "Why, what's wrong with your faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa--" Darkstar stops himself by taking a drink, only for some of it to come spraying out of his face a moment later. Coughing, this is coughing and not laughing! Wiping his mouth with a forearm (it's getting a lot of work this evening) he cleared his throat-pipe, and glanced over to Starlock. "Obviously 'cuz he's got a lot more chill than you, Star\*lack\*." Was it okay to laugh now? Hopefully it was okay because he was doing that right now.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "Well even aye-holes. Which I don't think he is. I don't know about friends but I can drink with him. I think. He'll probably have me under the table in a minute though, I'm not a hard drinker, in comparison to some of my brothers." He has brothers? Go fig. "You shouldnt hold anger towards people. All it does is build up inside and destroy you in the end." Aid blushes a energon pink a bit. "Yeah, people tease me about that all the time." he says. "Now, Darkstar. Theres no need to call people names. And you can laugh if you want to, if it makes you feel better."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Why would they tease you? Having a soft face is good, specially when a doctor." She'd nod sagely, before looking a Darkstar once more with her bright optics. "Well \*Dim\*Star, behold my field of frags." Shed gesture her arms out wide. "Behold for it is barren, much like you sense of empathy, thus I do not have a frag to give about your hurt EM field." She'd give a overcharged wick-grin, full of sharp denta.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Uh... Says who? I love callin' bots names," Darkstar replies to First Aid matter of factly. "It really helps me understand 'em, y'know? Like the more I mock ya, the more names ya get from me... That's just me fleshin' out your personality. Like you, you're a good... Bland Aid," he offers. Yep, perfect! "Bland-Aid, and Star-lack... Oddball Autobot duo," he says with a sound nod and raises his enerbeer for another toast. "By the way... How long you been around? Ya' look like you've never seen a day of combat or hard training before. Not even hard labor- hahah!"

    Starlock receives a smirk and the larger mech pokes a finger at the tiny purple femme. "You misunderstand me, Slack... My EM field ain't hurt. That's jus' how I express amusement," he offers with a broad grin.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "Well you shouldn't." he says. "Becuase when you come up with a good one, it won't have much of an effect since you've already called us everything in the book." he looks to Starlock. "You need a ride home? You look like you already had enough to drink. I can't drink anything hard. Designated driver right?" he looks to Darkstar. "I graduated a year ahead of Starlock. I'm a medic, I've been on the field before. I'm just.." he sighs, waiting for the laughter. "I'm a pacifist. I don't believe in fighting to get your way. But I will if I have to."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Weeeeell, it sucks." She'd state tartly as she rolled her shoulders and then her optics "Slack? Pshhh, think that fits you better, like your retrieval skills." She'd quip as she started into a fourth cube of high grade she'd order. Aid was definitely going to have his hands full with how Starlock was going, her obvious bitterness towards Darkstar also bleeding through her overcharged state.

      She'd point up at Aid. "I'm older than him too." She'd pout, glaring at Darkstar, and then to Aid. "Mmmmmmmm Maaaybe"

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Wait, did First Aid think that he made up nicknames for bots for their benefit? Darkstar stares for just a moment before loosing another laugh, while shaking his head this time around. "You are probably the funniest fraggin' mech..." he trails only to flash his optics at the 'p' word. Pacifist? Really? "Then you ain't the mech I saw on the battlefield at Thymesis... Unless there were some others hold up in those defense towers," he notes with a smirk. "C'mon... You don't have ta' play pretend with me. I don't give two scraps about how you wanna appear out here. I'm in this for the challenge, the glory, and makin' sure that smelt they were pullin' under the ol' Senate \*never\* comes back under \*any\* Prime..."

    Another third of enerbeer later, and Darkstar was looking to Starlock again. "Fraggin' right you will..." he offers to First Aid, though his optics remained on the femme. "Oh, she has \*jokes\*... Good! That makes you a bit more entertaining, little 'Bot. So, I take it you know where Blast Off and Vortex are..." Leaning back a bit, the spacer confidently took another sip.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "Yeah probably. I was created in Iacon and went to the academy as soon as I could. I wanted to get out there and help. That took about four stellar cycles so I'm...almost five? Six?" oh, Primus, he is young. He winces. "I've been.. trying to learn how to ...run defenses. People like that are needed on the field but.. I hate it. I hate making others suffer you know. I'd much rather try to talk someone down then resort to that. I'm no killer and I hope never to be one." He nods "Yeah I heard about the senate. That's some nasty history there. I hope no one ever ever has to use things like that or the Institute again. He nods "Blast Off and Vortex are safe. Our people have not harmed them that I know of." oh Aid, how little you know.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock gave a smug over charged grin at Darkstar, like she new an evil little secret. "Jokes? Yeah, like your face." She'd giggle, just waiting for his response and-- Oh Wow Aid is a protoform compared to her, she suddenly doesn't feel as bad about being behind him.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar's optics flash emphatically at Starlock as she mocks his...his face? "You're..." he can't even. Another booming laugh escapes the mech and he slaps the bartop with thunderous amusement. "Good one, Slacko! Good one!" It was a terrible comeback, but that's actually what made it so darn funny! "By...by-by-the-way," he manages to get out while his laughter slowly begins to die down. "Keep interferin' in my duels.." the snickers continue while he continues to try and speak. "..An-and I'm gonna start hunting you without mercy. Li-like.." Another laugh. "I'm gonna seriously dedicate every shot to blowin' you apart when I see you-ahahaha!"

    Venting a sigh the Decepticon relaxed a bit more, he occasional twitch of amusement still forcing itself from him as he turns his attention back to First Aid. "Soooo... Yeah, you know about all that and you're still fightin' for the 'Bots. Okay, well whatever, eh? Whatever..." A snerk later and Darkstar was nodding. "Good to know they're still in one piece. You lookin' to trade them for other prisoners, or what? Assuming anybody let's you know about their plans anyway..."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "The bots are against that. They are ..trying to stop this war the cons just want it to go on forever." Oh what little he /really/ knows. "You dont have..an..anyone to trade, do you?" he looks to Starlock. "And you won't. I wont let you take people again."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock just smirked. "Bring it slagatron... If I can dodge Blast Off's Orbital bombardment, I can hit and dodge whatever /you/ throw at me." She'd give a sinister grin. She's then chuff. "Not our department, nor our place to be confirming' or denying them kinds o' things, especially to those to the likes of ya'."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid sighs a bit. "We shouldnt exchange insults. But I really do want to appologize. I shouldn't have been manning the guns that day. I shouldnt have been trying to cause harm without first tyring to talk people down. It's shameful."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Aw... First Aid really is adorable. When this war is over he's definitely going to keep this one as a pet. Darkstar 'ohs' without making a sound, his expression doing all of the talking as he 'ahs' as well. A few nods, and the spacer reaches over to pat Aid on the helm if permitted. Good Medic!

    "Alright little femme..." Darkstar was grinning broadly now, oh so very broadly! "I'll tell ya' what then.. Next time we meet on th' field you an' I are gonna fight. No interference... Just you, an' me. Call it an...\*honor\* duel," he chortles. Extending his free hand, the spacer cants his head slightly to one side. "Deal?" Time to see if she's the real deal, or if that's just the booze talking.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock snorts. "Please, the honor among thieves, is that there is no honor among thieves." She was overcharged, not stupid, though, those two things do tend to go hand-in-hand. "I'm not stupid, specially with what you've done in the past." She'd sniff.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid tries to look protective of Starlock "You really shouldn't do those honor duels. It's a good thing you were brave and didn't accept it. I mean, can't you guys talk this out peacefully without weapons? We should be able to talk this out like civilized machines."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar shrugged his pauldrons. Well, it was worth a shot... "I knew you were afraid of me," he chortles then. "If it's one thing I take seriously, little femme-bot... It's honor duels. Ask yer' friend who didn't chase 'im down and blast 'im into scrap on Thymesis when he started retreatin'. Y'see \*I've\* got my own code too. You want at me then you can come at me, and you won't have to worry about any backstabbin', no treachery, jus' you and me in a stand-up fight," he promises. "Jus' lemme know when you're not all talk, and we'll get right to it!"

    Wow, First Aid really was barely more than a sparkling wasn't he? "You gotta be joking... There's no way you really think that. You ever study a lick o' history, mech? Ain't no peace in existence.. The whole fraggin' universe is built on ultra-violence and cooperation-- \*both\*. Ain't no such thing as justice without violence, ain't no such thing at all."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid tilts his head. "I signed up because the Autobots are the best way out of the war. I really thin they want to end it. I mean most Autobots anyways. The rest? They'll come around. "And thank you for not shooting me as I helped others out. See? You do have honor in that, its a good thing." He says. "But I'd rather not talk about Thymesis. Its not..I wasnt at my best there."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "PSssssh, I'm overcharged, not stupid like everyone takes me for." She'd pout. "Pleaaaaase. I don't /fear/ you, I loathe you." She'd correct. "And I only loathe two people on this planet, so, your on quite the /special/ list." She'd hem. "Words mean little, they have their place, but actions speak louder." She'd state simply, one of her own principles she rarely spoke of.

      The engex was definitely muting her normal caution and anxiety. "Hmph should get overcharged more often, the voices shut up." She'd comment.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Oh how fun! She looooahtes him... Darkstar lifts an optic ridge slightly, while peering over to Starlock once again. "Oh really now... And how exactly did I earn such a strong emotional anchor within your world, little 'Bot?" Here he'd thought that her attitude was mostly because he wore the Decepticon badge, but apparently there was quite a bit more to it than that. "I frag somebody close to ya' or somethin'?" That was a possibility given his extensive offline-list.

    "Yeah, yeah... I fight warriors. You a tough-bot, a warrior? Then you're gettin' your aft handed to ya'," he notes matter of factly. "Most of the time at least," he chortles, actually admitting that he's not always successful though not without hubris. "Hey... Battles are lost in war-- it happens," he'd go on to note as if missing the point of what Aid was trying to convey about not being at his best on Thymesis.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid pauses. "No one hates you. No ones fighting. She's just a little overcharged, that's all." he says, trying to calm down the big Decepticon 'thug' before him. "We don't need to be lewd." he says. "Or brag about violence. Violence is always a horrible thing and what I did on Thymesis was uncalled for."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Me to know and ya' to find out." She'd stop a moment in thought. "But that would require you to do some actual self-reflection, which your clearly incapable of doing... Guess you could say your Proto-initiators where an example of two wrongs, not making a right." She'd grin with a shrug.

      "PShh, not the worst I've heard Aid, should heard when I called Vortex, Soundwave, Buzzsaw, and Shockwave after knocked 'em on his aft, a bunch o' Aft-Kissing-Ball Bearing-Licking-Mother fraggers." She'd huff, keeping an optic on Darkstar.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar rolls his optics at that, his grin still as smug as ever. "Yeah, okay... Whatever you say, Slack. I try an' treat ya' all nice like when you're a prisoner, and you just keep throwin' shade my way," he snickers. "Far too emotional... It'll get ya in trouble one o' these days. Mark my words, Sass." Hey look! She just got herself TWO nicknames tonight.

    "How \*vulgar\*," Darkstar asides to First Aid at hearing what Starlock has called some of his comrades. "See... It's pretty clear that not all 'Bots want peace, now isn't it? She ever tell ya' I brought her enertea when we had her locked up? Bet'cha she didn't... Some mechs like to keep hate alive, and that's just a hard truth of life. Grudges, feuds, wars... Best to arm up and stop livin' in dream-land. You'll live a lot longer that way." The spacer finishes off the rest of his enerbeer then and throws a few shanix onto the bar, enough to cover everyone's drinks while rising from his seat.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid 's face is visible and so is the jaw-drop. "Starlock.. wow. Um. Wow. Um.. was that um. really um. Wow. Necessary? All of that?" he looks startled. "I dont know if I should be frightened, or impressed." he says. "Just because you cuss doesn't make you evil or make it that you dont want peace." he syas. "That's nice of you, Darkstar. See? You dont have to be all nasty. You could have let her go though if you weren't going to question her. I know sometimes prisoner's need to be questioned. My brother is law enforcement you know. But when you are done if you're not going to charge them. You should free them." he says. "It was nice talking to you, Darkstar." he says "Thanks for the drink. Starlock? You need me to drive you home?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlocks optics darken and.. well, actually they start glowing a golden color. "I want peace, but you also hurt my friend, so don't you /dare/ go preaching about peace you self-righteous mother fragger." She'd snarl. "I'm not blind to you slag-headed manipulation. Also, who'd be /stupid/ enough to take something like that from an enemy? Not the first you lot have poisoned others." She'd stand up wobbly. and just give aid a nod. "Yeah, 'for I punch this bootleg."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Awww... I hurt your friend who's always hurtin' \*mine\*. Yeah... That's th' thing about you 'Bots. Some of you understand we're at war, and some of you don't. Lucky for the \*both\* of you I ain't gunnin' for either one of you really," Darkstar explains. "You're medics... War isn't your primary function, or one that you've decided to specialize in. \*Well\* below my radar until you start fraggin' with me while I'm taking on the \*real\* threats. My advice? Stick to backin' up your comrades in ways that don't interfere with me fights, and maybe you'll get some measure of peace from me..." A shrug then, "Or don't..."

    Chuckling, Darkstar throws up a mock-salute to the two Autobots and starts on his way. "Thanks fer' the drink. You can hang with me anytime... Off the battlefield of course." The spacer with chin raised heads for the exit then, letting the designated driver care for his friend.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods his head to Darkstar. "Thanks for coming by. I'll try to avoid getting shot by you. I hope I dont have to shoot you one day too."

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid nods "I do, too." he says. "And I like to think of some people as my friend. Maybe one day if this war ends, we could be friends too." did Aid just..yeah he did.

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Please, people like you don't /have/ friends." She'd snark. "I protect my patients." She'd than state matter of factly. "And I refuse to back down to some bully who's com-compensating for lack of more than just morality." she'd huff, walking with First Aid, her back turned to Darkstar.

      She then does what she does best when facing Decepticons. She raises her arm and gives quite the rude gesture.

**First Aid has posed:**
First Aid looks to Starlock. "I bet he has friends. DOnt say that about him. Im sure he has lots of friends like hm." he gives Darkstar an apologetic look.