1162/Of Monsters and Bots

Cast of Characters: | Vortex, Blot, Goth, 135

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth had unfortunately not realized he'd left the locks to his lab undone after he'd returned from the disastrous events that had played out in the Dead End with Darkstar's Fight Club.

      All he had wanted to do after getting back to his lab, was go into recharge, which was too tired to even get himself properly hung upside down for, and had just haphazardly collapsed into the pillow pile he'd dragged over from the ship he had used to travel to this planet.

      His ears lightly twitched as he lightly snored into one of those said pillows... A light sleeper he definitely was.

**Blot has posed:**
The Terrorcon, Blot, bangbangbangbangs on the door labeled "Stairway A." Though, to him, the words are indecipherable symbols. The red and yellow colors are obviously Important, so Blot wants to see! The door opens and Blot finds himself on a Stairway! "oooh!" The Terrorcon peers down into darkness and very shortly leaves a trail of disgusting lubricant down the stairs. He reaches the bottom and peers around the room, "Fun?" he wonders, hurrying over to the alien technology and picks something up, "Fun..." Blot is clearly thinking hard. It is then that he notices the mech sleeping on some not-metal fluffy things. He heads over, technology in hand, "Hey!" Blot gurgles hsppily, "Hey! Blot am have fun!" He starts pushing buttons, "Am have fun with Blot???" Blot shoves the tech right in Goth's face, "Hey! YOU AWAKE? AM BLOT! FUN?!"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was easily snapped awake by the voice, and reeled back upon waking up with the monster bot right in his face, Optics glowing a bright red and his faux fur standing on end, he lets out a his and brings his arm back, ready to strike the intruder, only to notice the decepticon badge on their body.

      "Ack!? How the scrap did you get in here?! Who are you?... Put that down! your going to break it!" He'd snap and huff indignantly, going to attempt to swipe away the object, his optics slowly fading back to their normal forest green. He'd then notice the Lubricant.

      "And what in Chela's sake is that all over the floor?!"

**Blot has posed:**
Blot's meager mind addresses each of Goth's exclaimations. How did he get in here? Blot cocks his head, "Am bang on door. Door open for Blot," he thinkthinkthinks some more. Who is he! He is Blot! "Am Blot!" he smiles a large, gooey, simple smile, lubricant leaking from the corners of his mouth. They want him to put it down! He's going to break it! Blot immediately frowns with the realization and responds plaintively, holding up the piece of tech, "No fun for Blot?" he cocks his head in the other direction. Finally, he hangs his head and notices the floor, "That...um...Am Blot do that...Blot am sorry..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Blot, right, this bot was named Blot, spoke a lot like Sinnertwin, however... Sinnertwin was a bit more intelligent than this one, which was the most disturbing thing.

      His Ridges would knit and his mouth twitched up into a sneer, the monster bat had seen pretty of gross organic things before, but somehow, they paled in comparison to this bot.

      He'd sigh and place his hand over his face and pull it downward, careful not to accidentally injure himself with his elongated claw. "That is.. Sensitive, and fragile technology, it is not a toy." He'd huff, patting down some of his fir as he properly sat up.

      "...Science officer, Private Goth, I'm also a Personal Medical Assistant to Dustoff." He'd introduce, his optics settling into a half-lidded position.

**Blot has posed:**
Nothing of what Goth says is understood by the Terrorcon. It doesn't just go in one audial and out the other...it goes in and gets lost somewhere. Blot wears a look of total incomprehension. He looks again at the tech in his hand, now covered in lubricant, "Fun?" he asks again.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth sighs, pulling his hand over his hand once more. "No, will break." He'd state, opting to attempting to speak in hi simple language. "Give." He'd state, holding his hand out for it, bracing himself for the slime covered object.

      He'd then use his free hand to point to himself. "I, Goth. Build things, medic." He'd nod. Glancing to his desk to ensure nothing was moved or damaged, as he does have work on a small weaponry device sat out on the desk.

**Blot has posed:**
Blot nods his head repeatedly, spraying ooze as he does so, "You like? Fun!" Blot hands over the item. He peers numbly at Goth, the dim bulb in his cranium brightening a little, "Goth," Blot points at Goth. He smiles again, understanding, "Mmmmmedic. Build things." These are Big Words to Blot, but ones he's learned to understand, and with that understanding comes... "Blot Help?? Blot am Sssmmmart."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's ears twist backward and pin against his head as the slimy object is placed in his hand and more is just sprayed everywhere... This was going to take so long to clean up, and to likely get out of his fur.

      At least he got through to the big lug.. Though he does raise a ridge at the mention of him.. helping and being smart. "Errrr..." Just how was the bat supposed to respond to that.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex wanders into the area, looking around. "Evenin." He says. "So what smells like aft?" he asks.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth looked over at Vortex, and then pointed down at the Lubricant Blot had left, and then to the leaving Blot. He'd then sigh and set down the slimbed object Blot had taken, and go to get one of his cleaning implements to start mobbing up the mess Blot had left. "Seems I have forgotten to set the locks after coming in after the whole dead End incident."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts "Oh man. what were you visited by, a pipe leak?" he asks.

**Goth has posed:**
     "A.... Faction member of ours, he isn't to bright, fact I think he's dimmer then Sinnertwin... stated his name was Blot, speaks in the third person." He'd sigh as he went about cleaning up the mess. "He seems to leak.. whatever this maybe." He'd hold up the cleaning implement, clearly offended. "from every orifice." He'd knit his ridges.

      "I'd not noticed the rancid order right away but.. Now that you've pointed it out.." He'd scrunch his snout. "Aahg, this smell is never going to fragging leave!"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex blinks "A new trash dragon? Tell me hes a dragon. Cause..we really need a leak dragon."

**Goth has posed:**
     "I'd not say he was a dragon, as he was in his root mode which looked very cybertronian... " He'd frown thinking about it. "I'm not actually quite sure what his alt-mode is, actually." He'd stop and then made a frustrated screeching sound in realization.

      "Chela why do you test me?!" He'd hiss. "This smelt is likely all over the medical bay /and/ the stairwell." He'd start cursing at the realization, and then just, sighed in defeat. "Vortex, I'd watch where you are walking."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chirps "Do you need help cleaning it up? I got nothin to do" What hes offering to clean?

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would stare at Vortex for a moment, before huffing. "I'd not be opposed." He'd accept, going about continuing to clean. "I was recharging when he came in... Very lucky I was coherent enough where I didn't take out his optics, upon getting right up in my face as he did." He'd complain.

      He'd look around, his optics settled into a half-shuttered position as he glanced around, before his optics settled on Vortex. "...You are... Unharmed, from the events at the Dead end.. correct?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex sighs "Yeah Im unharmed. Wish there was more of a fight though." he says. "Just show me what to clean and I'll help out."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"Judging from the familiar smell, not a dragon. What Blot is no one is clear with that Terrorcon.", Sixshot says as he enters and looks around, "So that makes two out of the five you've met."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth scoffs. "Agreed Vortex, wouldn't believe how tired I was after having to restrain myself after all of that, came down here and just collapsed into my... Resting place, and left the locks open." He'd huff. "Took a great amount of control to not go absolutely ballistic on them all." He'd grumble, conveniently leaving out the fact he'd got so angry because the doppelganger had decided to take Vortex's form.

      He'd look over upon hearing Sixshot. "He's a terrorcon? Like Sinnertwin?" He'd question in confusion. "Suppose that does explain a bit." he'd chuff, his fur then starting to ruffle at the thought of just what the /rest/ of the maybe like. "...There Five of them?! I certainly hope their not all like that!"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts "Me too. Sorry I as stupid enough to go into that alley. Almost got my brother killed. I'll do better next time."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods to Vortex before focusing on Goth, "I don't believe so but you'll have to wait and see. Other than those two there are Rippersnapper, Cutthroat, and their leader Hun-garr." He thinks for a bit before saying, "Sounds like you two had a eventful night."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth huffs. "Fairly we had to recognize that the... doppleganger, had even been in the area.. So it is partly our fault as well, however you should be more mindful of such things." He'd huff, and ruffle the top of Vortex's helm in passing as he continued to clean.

      "...Interesting names, to say the least." He'd state to Sixshot. "And yes, seems there is a bot out there, capable of mimicry, and can take the appearance of ones Root-mode, Unsure if he can also do such in regard to their alt-mode, but they are some type of flying alt-mode." He'd explain.

      "Hrrm.. Seemed oddly interested in Blast off."

      Besides the slime trail from Blot, there was a number of projects scattered about Goth's lab, mainly on his desk where he looked to be taking apart something to use to build another thing... Course there was the scraplet drone, skulking in the darkness under the bat's desk.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"Oh the same one you mentioned before or think theres more than one?" , Sixshot says to Goth. Turning to Vortex he adds, "Mistakes happen but you both got of it functioning right? So just be ready for next time."

 Glancing back to Goth, "Obsessed with Blast Off? Been a long time since he was last hunted so doubt same reason. But still why focus on the shuttle?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts "Im not obsessed with him! Hes my brother an I have to look out for.. oh wait. THEY are. I wonder why too. I mean the only person I know who is obsessed wiht Thrusters is Onslaught." he says, giggling as hes ruffled. From genius to child in 20 seconds.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Suspect it's merely one, and the same we encountered before, hidden as a insecticon." he'd explain as he'd finish cleaning up the trail left by Blot, and move to finally clean the object blot had been toying with.

      He'd then look to Vortex, ready to correct him, but Vortex does catch himself, and Goth gives Vortex a nod, before looking back down as he cleans away the lubricant. "Believe there was mention of Blurr? It was hard to make out through the noise from the mob."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chirps as soon as he finishes cleaning. "This is clean enough that Ons would be impressed now and thats pretty clean. Which means.. Im a mess. Im gonna hit the washracks and go tuck under my rotors. You guys have a good evening." with that he skips off to the washracks.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot listens to Tex and nods as the rotary corrects himself, "Well no doubt it will become clear sooner or later." As the combaticon leave he turns his attention back on Goth while raising a optic ridge, "Mentioning the speedster as well? Interesting connection there if there is one, like who is the mimic works with. Tell anyone in command about this recent encounter or least Onslaught?"

**Goth has posed:**
     "Rest well Vortex." Goth would call as he started cleaning his own hands from the sludge, and made his way over to his desk, and sat down in his large chair, and picked up one of his tools, and brought up a few blueprints up on his computer screen.

      "...Not yet, I've been trying to figure how to write such, given Vortex, Darkstar, and Blast off didn't write about such... And Fairly when I had gotten back i'd been so exhausted I'd not wakened until Blot came down here." He'd explain and sigh. "I'll have to request details from the each of them and write said report."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks around the lab taking note of each object but doesn't comment, plenty of time for that later, "Gonna be hard to sweep Dead End if they even have a base in the area if anyone goes hunting, not just cause they are a mimic. A aerial mode could get them about anywhere. But just means all have to watch out." He does glance over at the bats desk and wonders what they are working on as he hasn't been asked to leave.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Fairly, I don't even think they dwell in the dead end, and we've just have been getting exceedingly unlucky in regards to encountering them there... They are not factioned aligned, from what I could tell" he'd further explain, pointing a tool over at Sixshot as he did.

      "Hrmph, Darkstar did mention it was bad that they could mimic any one of us, and thought I was dumb for stating it easy to tell, merely ask them to transform, or ask them specific information, As I doubt such would know specific things without direct access to us." He'd huff.

      Goth looked to be working on some sort of small EMP device that he was half-way between build and taken apart.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"They'd have to be a outlier like Soundwave to go that far. But believe those abilities are rare even they can mimic others.", Sixshot replies as he thinks, "Can't think of anyone new or old to watch out for. But no doubt command and security will figure out a check if necessary." The sixchanger studies the device but says nothing else .

**Goth has posed:**
     "Well, they wouldn't have to really mimic someone /new/ but it would be definitely be very hard for them to mimic any of /us/ fairly... " he'd state, glancing up at the blueprints he has on screen as he continues working on the prototype.

      It seemed to be something he was making to stun a singular target for a short while through the use of electronic pulses, though figuring where to mount it has been an issue given all the crossed out writing on the open file.

      There seems to also be a blueprint for his drones off in the corner, with the chemical mixture for them above it, all in scientific jargon of course.

      There were also a number of weapon designs for other meches on there, a few labeled for Darkstar, a set of blades for Vortex.. There were also blueprints for another set of drones, larger ones clearly made to look like horrific types of experiments that did specific things, like one that spewed noxious gas to incapacitate a opponent, another to painfully hang them from a wall upside down, little bat-looking drones for tracking.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods, "That is all too true." He looks at the device then the blueprints saying, "Well all of these seem useful and deadly in their own way. Bet some will be fun to watch when finished."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Hm? Ah, well, yes." He'd state, looking to the screen, bringing up the schematics for the bombs Scrapper uses. "All these are things I've designed, or modified, what I do is create a design with what they wish, they bring me the materials, and I put them together a prototype if they don't wish to do it themselves, from there they test it and bring back any design flaws, or bugs they find with them."

      He'd bring up Darkstar's drill missiles. "Case and point, this one we're currently trying to figure out how to keep it from veering off path, and not require the use of an expensive motor to keep the drill spinning."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot listens and nods, "Well know who to go to if need any weapon adjustments." Looking at the missiles he says, "No doubt you'll find something. If only knew a armory to raid." Turning to the door he says, "I'll leave you to your work. Time for a little target practice."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would nod to Sixshot. "Alright, do enjoy your time, if you ever need to find me, well, now know where I typically dwell besides the repair bay." He'd then stop and sigh realizing something he'd push himself up and grab the cleaning utensils. "I forgot momentarily the Blot likely left a mess leading up /and/ down the stairwell." he'd grumble.