1122/Law and Disorder

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "That's when I looked him in the optics and said... Don't look at me! You married 'im!"

    Darkstar sat at the Oil House bar talking to the barmech, or rather telling a joke that seemed to be a little less amusing to everyone around than it was to him. Clearly Darkstar didn't care about that at all, as the spacer barked with amusement enough for all of those who didn't seem to 'get it'.

WHAM

    Darkstar slammed his empty cube onto the top of the bar and vented a relaxed sigh before gesturing for the barmech to pour him another. "I ever tell you about the time that I defeated Sky Lynx?" he begins, producing a series of groans from those within earshot. Yes, they had all heard this particular story at least a dozen times by now... "So, there I was flying through space with my wing leader. He's not that important to the story so we'll just call him...Joe."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl struts into the bar, head bobbing about as if he's trying to take in the entire room at once. Spotting an opening at the bar, he starts stalking toward it, like a ferrostrich stalking whatever the hell it is ferrostriches eat. Magnoweasles, probably.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex heads into the Oil house with his normal swagger. "Hey, Maccs. Miss me?" he chirps. "So this bots only tonight or ya serving cons?" he asks as he heads up to jump up on a barstool.

**Juris has posed:**
The bartender might have laughed, but this cycle, isn't that cycle. Instead, he fidgets a little uncomfortably and averts his gaze. "Killer punch line, and you already told me that story," he says absently, "... but uh, you should probably know that I uh, promised to tip someone off about you being here." An awkward pause. "Don't hold it against me, please!" he says timidly, "Y-you can have drinks on the house for the rest of the night." He frowns at Tex, and looks anxiously at Whirl. "Um, Mac isn't in tonight. I'm bartending tonight."

Darkstar might have been about to ask who'd asked for the tip, but he'll find out in a moment. The doors of the joint swing open, and in walks Rodion's district attorney. She takes at seat at the bar next to the spacer. "Hello, Darkstar," she says. "There's something I need to talk to you about."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth, in his robot-mode, would come into maccs in the first time in forever, looking for something, fortunately for him, he /heard him/ before he saw him, Him being Darkstar. Goth would huff out and follow the Mech's loud, carrying voice...

      Course then Juris comes in like a smashmouth meme, and Goth's optics could only settle into a half-lidded look, staring flatley at the spacer still some steps away from him. "Now what did I tell you about noise ordinance." He'd state in the driest tone possible.. Yes, that was humor the bat was attempting.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Well, Darkstar wasn't about to hold it against the barmech... Heck, the bot had offered to give him free drinks for the rest of the night. Who could possibly be angry with someone after they did something like that? A nod is offered to the barmech, and the spacer gestures again for another drink. Yeah, he was definitely going to make sure that the offer was fully taken advantage of. When Juris takes a seat beside him, Darkstar lifts his head and chortles. "Oh, I see... Go figure," he muses before holding up a hand to beckon for a moment of silence from Rodion's DA. First things first he had something he still needed to finish...

    Darkstar told the story as he had dozens of times before. He told of how he tricked his enemy into picking up a dangerous alien artifact, and how it had nearly destroyed the magnificent Autobot spacer. He told of the ejected escape pod and how he and 'Joe', AKA Blast Off to those who were able to access Decepticon military reports, recovered the pod adding yet another layer of triumph to the successful felling of their powerful foe. Again, everyone already knew this story... They couldn't escape this story. They tried, believe it... So many have tried time and time again, but the Decepticon space-alt insisted on telling it over and over again and consistently with just as much enthusiasm as the time before.

    Picking up his drink cube Darkstar grinned with satisfaction. "What's up?" he'd ask Juris, while briefly taking notice of both Vortex and Whirl. "Hey... I'm busy," he says to Goth before taking a drink. "Somebody has something they need to talk to me about."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's antenna flip back, then straighten up as he overhears the bartender apologizing/bribing Darkstar. "In that case, make mine a mid-grade -- no, let's go for high grade, top shelf! And you can put it on my new buddy's tab!" he says, gesturing at Darkstar. "And, one curly funnel, if you please. Makes the engex taste better, dontcha know?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is being rather predatory tonight. Normally he'd be asking for a drink or five, but that's not why he's here tonight. No. He ignores Darkstar and Juris's exchanges for the time being. His rotors spin a bit thoughtfully as he continues harassing the people who work here. "I ask, becasue the way I see it.." he says. "Last three times I've been in here, people werent really wanting to serve cons. Is this something that'll happen often? Is there going to be a problem tonight?" oh he's here to bully boy. Lovely.

**Juris has posed:**
Juris looks away, tuning Darkstar's story out completely. She notices Vortex. "You don't seem drunk today," she comments, "I'm proud of you."

 The bartender huffs at Whirl. "He's not your friend! You're an Autobot, and he's a Decepticon. It doesn't work like that," he grumbles. "I'll get you a mid grade, but you're totally paying." He hurries off, ignoring Vortex completely. He doesn't seem be a fan of serving this crowd of trouble makers, especially this late.

 Juris regards Goth. "It's not about that," she states curtly. "I mean to address the fact that ever since you established your fight club in the Dead End, there's been a spike in crime. Near the outskirts of Rodion, and in the Dead End itself."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth took note of Vortex, and then Whirl, raising a ridge but he'd shrug as he'd been brushed off by Darkstar, he'd then roll his optics at Juris. "It was a joke on that loud mouth of Darkstar's." He'd state plainly, before he would head over to one of the corner booths, to listen to all the chaos around him of his two teammates.

      Decepticons, starting crime? Darkstar, Starting Crime? Nawww, never, perish the thought!... Of course he doesn't say anything aloud, and orders himself a drink while he patiently waited.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pauses. "Im not." he says to Juris, almost proud of himself. Or maybe happy Juris is proud of him. He'll never tell. "And I'm working too. Looks like I'm going to have to get dramatic." he huffs. "So you're saying an Autobot and Decepticon can't be friends? Says you." he says. "What if we're 'special' friends." he places his hand on whirl's claw, flickering his optic band on and off in a 'batting' motion. He leans in to whisper to Whirl "Play along." he's not drunk. Hes just making trouble for the establishment.

**Blast Off has posed:**
About the time that Vortex has his hand on Whirl's claw is the moment that Blast Off enters the room, looking for a bit of a drink, maybe a little fuel after a long flight to the northern reaches. He needs to get back to Onslaught and the other Combaticons, but he detects a Combaticon signal nearby anyway so....

And AT that, Blast Off stops and stares. STAAAARES.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar smirks as he glances toward the barmech, it being quite obvious that he enjoys seeing Whirl's attempt to capitalize on the free drinks offer thoroughly shut down. "Aww... Too bad, so sad," the Decepticon spacer says with a chortle, his gaze returning to his drink. "I'm not really that loud..." When he wasn't laughing and telling stories of combat and glory anyway, which did happen...sometimes.

    "I for one am pretty sure I have Autobot friends. I mean, I've had drinks with plenty of 'em... Just because I'm not afraid to blow them to pieces on the battlefield and send their scorched remains back home to their comrades with little notes that say things like 'Be missing ya...because you can't shoot a ghost' doesn't mean we can't be friends," Darkstar says in solidarity with Vortex.

    "But anyway... About crime in The Dead End-- what of it? If there is an uptick then it ain't got nothin' to do with the Fight Club. When mechs and femmes have an outlet for their aggression they tend ta' be less violent, an' less troublesome in other areas of their existence last I checked." Darkstar took another drink from his cube.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grumbles. "Fine!" he says. 'But you better give me my damn curly funnel!" He looks over at Vortex as his claw is grabbed. "....you're buying my drinks, then," he says. Then he hears something that genuinely catches his interest. "Fight club? There's a fight club? Where!? I like fighting! And clubs! And fighting with clubs! Gimme a club and I can demonstrate!"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex sighs happily. "Yeay a date!" His rotors spin happily. "And you're gonna beat me in a fight club? So Romantic." he looks to the bartender. "Accept our love for what it is. If you can figure out how with my facemask and...whatever it is you have going on there...then by all means, kiss me, my new friend."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off tenses, just still staaaaring at Tex. Then glancing over at Darkstar, whose comments just make him tense further. His own thoughts drift to Swivel and Sky Lynx and... UGH. The shuttleformer \*hufffs\* and strides very purposefully PAST Vortex, sitting closer to Goth and waving to a bartender. "I'm going to need a VERY hard drink." Then Tex talks of kissing. "..... Ok, make that the hardest drink you have."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex turns to whirl. "I dont know you. And you dont know me but..." He says. "Come down here moment." He invites.

**Juris has posed:**
"That's /not/ going to get you a free drink!" the bartender barks grumpily at the Combaticon, "go back to Kaon if you want something free and cheap, because Maccadam's doesn't just give handouts!"

Juris doesn't respond to Goth's comment, instead, she turns to Vortex with a sigh. "Looks like you're walking a fine line with the bartender," she says, but motions for the bartender to put Whirl and Vortex's tab on her.

The bartender doesn't seem happy about it, but doesn't further complain. He brings out the drinks and then throws the funnel straw at Whirl. It might bonk his optic.

Juris spares Blast Off a glance when he comes in, but then turns to Darkstar again, folding her arms. "Right," she says blandly, averting her gaze momentarily. "Well, we'll just have to agree to disagree. Look, I don't really care for your violent sport, but I do care about you violating protocol on my turf."

"Fine," the bartender says grumpily to Blast Off. "But you're paying for it!"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would give a nod to Blast Off and.. Well, he was trying very hard not to let the laughter he was currently experiencing over the commlink get lose, a big grin on his face that he was trying to cover with a sneaky clasping of his hands together in front of his nose, as if he were rubbing the bridge of it.

      He'd take a vent and clear his voice box before he spoke to Darkstar. "As someone that can recognize voice patterns and precise volume levels, Darkstar, you rival that of Blast Off's thrusters, you are very loud." He'd grin.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's antennae go flat back against the sides of his head. "....I'm not drunk enough to try to kiss you, Trinket," he says, catching sight of Blast Off as he makes his way to the bar. "You and me both, Movor. Wait a second...you're a Combaticon and..." He studies Vortex for a moment. "...you're a Combaticon too, aren't you? You and Movor were in the Dead End when those bug things were running around, right? You were there, and Movor was there and..." He looks at Juris as if finally seeing her. "Lady Buzzkill was there."

Whirl looks back to Vortex, head darting forward and down, mostly on reflex, drawing close to Vortex. "...what?" he says, sounding bemused more than irritated.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex sighs "Im not walking a fine line." He says. "I was just mentioning how the last three times I came in here they weren't serving cons, or were reluctantly serving cons.. and seeing why that is." he says. "But now Im distracted by this beautiful blue specimen of a rotary. Who people are saying I can't kiss. The slag I can't. Come here. Sorry, blue, but you have no say in this matter. Its all about authority. I hope you understand." he hovers up so he's face to face with whirl, grabs his weird shaped head and rubs his facemask his optic in the weirdest, most awkward, most horrible imitation of a romantic kiss. "Muuhaah thats a kiss in case i have to explain." he looks to Juris. "This makes you jealous dont it? oh yeah. Jeaaaal-ous." he says. "Yep. I'm a combaticon. My name is Vortex." he says. "And that was me, yeah."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar waves a hand dismissively toward Juris, and takes another sip of his drink before barking a laugh at Vortex. "What a freak... Swear that mech needs his own holo-show," he offers amusedly before shrugging his pauldrons as he spares the DA the very briefest glance before his attention settled onto the holo-screen that was currently playing a high stakes racing event. "Ain't nobody violating protocol on your turf... We operate by consent, been no deaths, and we don't break or steal anything. Sure, sometimes things get a little messy, but we have rules and we clean up our own messes. Ya' got nothin' on us, Fuzz-Bot. Nice chattin' with you." That smug grin of Darkstar's was certainly something. He had the kind of face that begged to be punched sometimes, and this was certainly one of them.

    "I'm really not that loud," Darkstar maintains matter of factly to Goth. "You're actually way louder than I am... So fraggin' loud I think you've weakened my armor on a few occasions. Talk about projection, eh?" Chuckling, the space-alt glances toward Blast Off to whom he greets by sending the barmech on a little mission. "That one there... He can have a drink on me." Foiled!

    Whirl's comments give rise to a certan tenor as Darkstar's voice booms. "Dead End... Be there. You'll like what you find, Aftobot or your shanix back."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off blinks, looking at the bartender, confused. "I... well, I had... planned to?" Wait, did he miss something? He looks around, eying Goth as he looks on the verge of laughter. That induces a soft \*huff\* from the shuttleformer, this ISN'T FUNNY, DARN IT! Then he lifts an optic ridge at Goth and Darkstar talking about his thrusters, and he's about to let Darkstar know what he thinks of \*that\* when the other spacer offers to buy him a drink. His finger, pointed up and ready to make a statement... slowly curves down and lands with the rest of his hand on the table. "Er, thanks." He squints a little, "What is this I keep hearing of Dead End? What'd he do?" Isn't that the Stunticon?

He turns to eye Whirl, "Yes, we're teammates. We..." Then there's actually some horrific version of kissing and.... He quickly turns away. NO he didn't see that. NOPE. "Actually, no. Never mind. I have never seen that rotary in my life." Where's his drink, he NEEEDS it. "Crazy mech, no relation. Nope."

**Juris has posed:**
Immediately she responds, "Jurisdictional protocol, row forty five, sub-clause twelve states that if a Cybertronian citizen is within the county limits of Rodion, and is causing residents to commit acts of violence, murder, theft, or any other punishable crime by global law, can be charged accordingly in the first degree or second degree, depending on the act." She rests her chin on her hand. "Don't try to argue with me, Darkstar. I caught one of your fight club members on the outskirts of Rodion, in the middle of foul play. He blamed you. He said your fight club helped him feel liberated to take back what he was owed, in any way he saw fit. And that it was an opportunity to .. brush up on his skills." She sighs at Vortex, but doesn't comment - he's unsuccessful in eliciting a reaction from her.

She turns to the bartender. "You can put the other Combaticon's tab on mine as well," she says, glancing briefly over at Blast Off. "He looks like he could use a break." Then she turns back to Darkstar. "I'm not telling you to get rid of it. I'm just asking you to move it, so it's not my problem anymore."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex seems to be escalating. Those who know Vortex knows hes starting to seek out any sensation, positive or negative when he gets like this. And hes starting to be more demanding and erratic. "As much as I like kissin you, stranger. Im bored with the reation its getting." he says. "Im going to go outside and make the biggest windstorm I can, take like five circuit speeders and fly in it for a while." is he kidding? Not at all. He stands, his rotors flattening a bit in agitation as he doesnt ger whatever reactions he was looking for. "And since no ones going to hit me or stab..and I relaly cant work..." he says. "Im gonna get out of here. Maybe next time I'll have a drink. Who knows." with that he heads for the door.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would let out a chuff. but immediately have to cover his mouth again as he actually breaks into a snicker, and just takes a vent trying to calm down. "Just embrace the chaos dear Blast Off, it makes living all the more amusing and interesting." He'd smile, sipping on the enerwine he'd ordered, leaning back in his seat as he watched this /mess/ evolve.

      Though Juris does get a ear twitch of attention, as her trying to get Darkstar to move it, instead of shutting it down, was interesting in its own right...What was this 'cop' playing at anyway?

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar rolls his optics and chortles, seemingly unphased by the District Attourney's citing of protocol. "Yeah, do you blame music with questionable lyrics for the things other bots do too? I used ta' listen to Sonic Rain way back... Is that why I joined the Decepticons?" Another laugh escapes the spacer who goes on to sip his drink once more. "Like I said... We ain't breakin' any laws. You have a problem with some mechs and femmes who think that they can do whatever they want without repercussions... Well, that ain't what we preech at the DEFC, so when you can actually catch us actually sellin' the whole 'do what thou wilt' philosophy then I'll oblige your request. Until then..." The spacer finishes his drink and gestures for another.

    "There is a little club in Dead End where mechs and femmes get together and relax..." Darkstar offers to Blast Off amusedly. "You should stop by sometime," he adds, as if Juris had not just asked him to move the club elsewhere and was not sitting there right beside him still. "Heli-Bot, why can't you drink?" Darkstar calls, playing devil's advocate. "...Turbo-chicken?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's antenna stand up straight as his head -- his actual \*head\* is grabbed and his optic is...is...kissed, sort of!? What in the name of Zarquon the Ever-Late is this Combaticon thinking!? Is this a plot? A ploy? A serious attempt at getting an inter-faction romance started?! Whirl tries to get his oft-times fragmented mind to focus on the problem, to work the angles.

If it's a plot, what kind of plot? What's the purpose? "Hahahaha, I shall kiss the fearsome empurata and through a series of convoluted, nonsensical events, shall bring about my end goal!" If it's a ploy, well, there's the same problem: why?! "Hahaha, I will get the terrifying empurata kicked out of Maccadams and thereby destroy his ability to get drunk...by a small fraction 'cause there are other bars..." Unlikely. Which leaves the last option: inter-faction romance.

Ok, Whirl's not going to lie, he's flattered, maybe even a little bit curious but a romance between himself and a Decepticon wouldn't work out. For one, he's an Autobot and not about to join the Decepticon cause (despite what that poll said. Twice.) For two, him joining the Decepticons would be the shortest defection on record. For three, the Combati-trinket really isn't his type. If he has a type. Does he have a type? Ok, put that in the Therapy Account.

Whirl doesn't punch Vortex. Partly because he doesn't want to lose drinking privileges at Maccadam's. Partly because he's stunned at having been kissed for the first time since, well, since the "incident" that led to him having "the surgery" which led to him being "shunned and feared" as a "freak". "Yeah, well!" he says, voice crackling a bit as he drops heavily onto a stool. 'You do that then! You...go on now, and go do that thing that you said!"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex shakes his head at Darkstar "I can't drink because Im trying to sober up. To prove.. I dont know. To prove Im not some kinda crazy idiot.
     He then blinks again and looks to Whirl "Wait." he says in shock. "Wait wait wait wait waaaaaaa-it." he says. "You didnt cuss. you didnt hit. you didnt shoot. Are you..." he stops his retreat. "Are you ...." he leans in "Are you ok with this?" he stares at Whirl like he has three heads. Not because hes an empurata or a freak. But because he was okay with him smooching his optic. "You're not backing away from the litlte freaky and way too sober Combaticon kissing your optic like some sort of weirdo?" He says. "You can't be okay with that. You're /not/ okay with that. Fear me. Shun me. Tell me to get my Decepticon hands off of you!" he says, crossing his arms and saying where he is. Hes just..honestly shocked.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off lifts an optic ridge at Juris- wait, this will interfere with his hating her! ...But on the other hand, free booze. He... takes the free booze. The shuttleformer watches Vortex proclaim his next actions and stomp out... oh dear. He frowns underneath the faceplate as he watches the rotary leave. He glances back to Darkstar, face pinched. "It sounds nice, but is it a high class club?" He is doubtful. He looks back, pointedly IGNORING Whirl, but gazing at the door. Should he go check on his teammate, make sure he doesn't get himself killed? ...\*sigh\*

Probably. He stands up, giving a nod to Goth, and waiting an answer from Darkstar. Then- well, Vortex hasn't left yet, it seems, so he... just stands there, unsure. Finally, he just groans with annoyance, downs the whole drink in one swallow, and heads off where he can still keep an eye on his bro once Tex eventually leaves the bar.

**Juris has posed:**
"What I'm trying to say is your sport is causing a negative effect," she states, "it's perpetuating the idea that violence will solve problems, which is an unintelligent and animalistic way to live - not only that, but it's allowing those who are part of it to apply this logic to other aspects of their life," she says, "whether you acknowledge it or not. Just because it's consensual, doesn't mean you exempt from any responsibility. If an overdosing Empty in the Dead End is dying of drug abuse but asks you for a drag and you give it to him, you would still charged with voluntary mech slaughter." She stands. "Using an alien artifact to punch a shuttle-sized Autobot into the far reaches of space, doesn't make you invincible. I'm not going to fight you unless I have to, but I have already asked politely, and you declined. "

 She regards Blast Off quietly, then turns to Vortex. "You're embarrassing your brother," she says to the chopper, "if you want to do right by him, then stop commiserating with the enemy." As she goes out, she says to Whirl. "You still have your mind, and that's a better weapon than anyone could ask for."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex shakes his head. "You..I'll have to figure you out later. The lack of circuit speeders is making my head hurt and Im way too sober for any of this." He says. "Juris is right. I should stop commiseratin' with the enemy and get drunk." he nods. "And High. And chase a windstorm. Maybe not in that order. Anyways. Im gonna go find something to make me forget tonight ever happened." he waves a hand and finally heads for the door. "Later, Maccadams."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl appears to be at a loss for words. Who knew this could happen!? Not Whirl, that's for damn sure. '...you....yeah!" he says, gesturing with a claw at Vortex. 'You...what you just said! You...you go and do all that. Keep your dirty Decepticon hands off me and...and, don't go kissing people who just aren't..." He sputters a bit. 'Down with that sorta thing! You gotta be careful who you do that with 'cause...ooooh...you could get yourself in a buncha trouble that way, mister mech..."

As Vortex leaves he continues making sputtering, barely coherent comments. Apparently, despite all evidence to the contrary, there are \*some\* things that can shut Whirl up.

**Goth has posed:**
     Vortex's response earned a strained laugh from Goth who was just enjoying the show, even if Blast Off doesn't give him an answer, a wide grin was on his face as he played with her glass a little. This was definitely not going the way Vortex had expected. "Good Lunar-cycle, Vortex~" He'd chuckle with a chuckle.

      "Well now, that was definitely worth the time I had to waste in trying to track you down to give you a simple silly message, Darkstar." He'd snort.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl just sits on his barstool and stares into the middle distance until, eventually, he ends up leaving the bar and goes someplace to have a nice, long think about Combaticon weirdos.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "What you're trying to say is that bots don't make their own choices... What you are \*tryin'\* to say is that when a mech plays a sport that sport is responsible for their actions outside of that sport," Darkstar replies with a scoff. "You just don't seem ta' get it do ya'? Law enforcement agents get overly empowered by their authority and take it to a level it shouldn't be taken... You don't kick all the security forces outta your city do you? You don't blame Sonic Rain for some of their fans doin' somethin' crazy and sayin' they did it 'cuz of the music do ya'? You don't blame a group of back alley boxers for the actions of a \*couple\* of their members!" Darkstar slams his fist down on top of the bar, finally having had enough of this overstepping District Attourney! "Stay in your lane... If you wanna break the law to enforce your own personal version of it then you best know that's what you're doing, and know that everyone else 'ere is gonna know it too...if you do."

    Now, Darkstar was relaxing again, but he sure was quick to pull out an e-cig and begin to puff to help get him there. "Ahhhhh.... Catch ya' later, Fuzz-Bot. Good chat."

    To Goth the spacer smirks, his head canting slightly. "A message for lil' ol' me, eh? What'cha got, Bats? Hope it's some good news..."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Rosy, or Quartz, the lil' pink bar-maid fling-femme of yours." He'd state with a roll of his optics, knowing full well it was a /fling/ and nothing more, Darkstar himself had stated he didn't date. "She was looking for you the other Lunar-cycle, wishes to meet up with you" He'd state as he pushed himself up and made his way over to Darkstar.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Who?" Darkstar asks, his gaze focused on the holo-screens again. "Oh... That femme, yeah. Nice. Maybe I'll catch up with 'er sometime. Wonder if she'd be interested in throwin' some punches," the Decepticon space-alt muses before taking another drink. He didn't date, and barely remembered any of the femmes with whom he had 'flings' unless they were the type to get down the way he liked most.

**Goth has posed:**
     "What I thought." He'd state as he sat down his now empty glass, and huffed, crossing his arms. "Was much too silly to say over the commlink, figured it better to deliver in a different manner..." he'd grumble. "That being said." He'd then pass a radio frequency over to Darkstar that had been quickly scribbled down.

      "Don't make me regret doing this." He'd state dryly, crossing his arms once more, his lip twitched up into something of an embarrassed snear.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar looks down after a moment to see what it was that Goth had scribbled down, and the spacer laughs. "What's this?" he wonders, an optic ridge lifting slightly. "Some kinda hotline frequency?" he adds with another chortle. "Yeah... Don't worry. I won't use it very often," he says amusedly. "Might actually need your help with a lil' project though. Been thinkin' about that acidic compound I brought'cha before... I think it could be a bit stronger than it is. You didn't remove the neutralizing agent from it that reduced its potency, did'ja?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would scoff. "No it's my personal frequency." He'd give a huff and a nod as Darkstar states he won't abuse it though. "No I did not, I only did that with what I worked with, there a number of untouched samples still, it's ill form to have no untouched samples." He'd explain with a spin of his claw. "That and I knew you'd want it for something down the line, so best to have something to work with, to work it to your needs."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar grins at the music to his audials! "Good, good... Glad to hear it. I'm gonna need it pretty soon. Finally on to the testing phase as you're aware. I plan on usin' it on Sky Lynx the first chance I get, and when I do we'll be able to put 'im down proper whether Megatron is there or not." Finishing off what remains of his drink, Darkstar slides the cube back to the barmech. "One for my...comrade here," he tells the mech behind the bar before retrieving some shanix for a tip. "You got anythin' good in the works yourself? I'd be...curious to know if I can lend a hand." And get to see what other possibilities are out there that he had yet to consider himself.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would give a confirmation nod, before looking over to Darkstar and then the Bar-mech, and.. gave Darkstar a nod in thanks. "Well, a few things in the works for other meches and projects for command, though I only have /parts/ of some due to my ranking and it being collaborative." Busy mech he was.

      He'd then give another huff. "I've been meaning to work on my personal aiming and strength though." he'd grumble. "You know of my targeting system issues." He'd say with a wave of his hand.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar chuckles and nods, "Yeah... Sure do know about those." Was that an insult? Heck, Goth knew he had trouble in the targeting area so it woudln't really matter either way would it? "You get us goin' with a new holo-helm without a cord attached, and your targetting issues might soon be a thing of the past. Far as the strength is concerned... Might take some serious work for that. Ain't the kinda thing that you can really improve without removin' entire limbs and such. Lucky for you though... You're close with a master of Cybertronian anatomy." Rising from his seat, Darkstar leans back against the bar while gazing toward the exit.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth rolled his optics and gladly sipped on his other drink though, he wasn't going to complain too much, it was the truth after all, and if he was acknowledging it as truth, it meant it was something he was actively trying to work on. "Bah, nothing that extreme." He'd state looking over. "Components are already there, so it is merely some simple reinforcements, recalibrations, and proper correctional training to regain it." With him it was merely just due to him being rusty and out of shape.

      "Fairly I suspect the same will also do for correcting or reprogramming my Targeting systems after whatever happened to them." He still wanted to blame Phantom for that! But he was slowly starting to admit it was probably something there from the begining with how messed up he'd been on arrival.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar strokes hin chinplate for a moment, considering what an upgrade to his strength might do for him... The thought doesn't last very long though, as he had more important things to take care of first and foremost that would do much more for him than improving his physical strength. "Good show, Bats... Then I guess you've got it all figured out then, huh?" Rolling his optics, the spacer starts on his way out of Maccadam's Oil House. "Lemme know how that goes..." Priority or not, what Goth was talking about was still worth learning more about if it could be used for his own purpose as well.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would roll his optics, and shake his head lightly, but he didn't have anything ill to say in response, instead he'd finish his drink and head out as well, transforming back into his bat mode to head to Kaon and the medical bay once more. "I suppose I will have to." He'd respond.