1376/Clean up! Aisle Medbay!

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth is not seen.. but /smelled/ first, he's using his cloaking field to slip by anyone that may know him and going /straight/ for the sanitation scrubbers as quick as he could and getting them on, hottest setting possible, and just lets himself relax there in it... falling in city sewage was indeed up on his list of incredibly horrible things that had happened to him.

      Soon he disengages his cloaking device and just sits there still, grumbling.

**Phantom has posed:**
Coincidentally, Phantom is sitting on the same windowsill he always sits on, studying that same piece of metal he's been looking at for the past couple of cycles.

 But as soon as Goth flies in, the seeker's face crumples. "What the.. slag?" he says, unable to ignore the mecha-bat like last time.

**Knockout has posed:**
Knock Out is not far behind Goth, but the bat /really/ needed to get cleaned up. It is clear he's also got a finish in need of some..touching up, and he is silent and determined as he takes purposeful steps in the direction of one of the better buffers in the place. Stompy mech.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth makes a face hearing phantom and huffs. "What?" He'd ask, trying to hide the fact he felt incredibly ill from having fallen in the sewage, mostly knowing Phantom would attempt to take advantage of anything he could... His ears flattened against his helm as he attempted to find any decent smelling disinfectant soap to add onto what the sanitation showers where providing.

**Phantom has posed:**
The elusive just makes a face at Goth, then turns away. "I'm not going to ask, " he says, and then goes back to ignoring Goth.

 But odors always rise upward, so the windowsill isn't exactly a great place for Phantom to hang out at anymore. His boosters engage, and he descends, landing silently feet first on the floor in protoform. He watches Knockout curiously as the mech heads over to the buffers.

**Knockout has posed:**
"Best you don't," Knock Out can be heard saying over the whirr of the buffer he's pulled up, getting a good cleaning base going with it as he looks at his reflection, frowning at what he sees before he touches up a few spots here and there. "But we're on the verge of more with this whole Mimic mess."

**Goth has posed:**
     No, no it was not! Goth tank, he stank like Dead End Sewage! He was very unhappy... Worst part.. he couldn't get all of it out of his fur just yet, he had to transform to get it out of /other/ places first, thankfully his root mode was more metal then the furthat lined his beast-mode, so it was easier to clean off. "Uuuuhg..."

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom has only heard a little here and there about this so called Mimic. His brow ridges furrow. "What does he want, anyway?" the elusive seeker asks.

He optics Knock Out's finish. "Nice polish," he says with a smirk. "You.. seem familiar. Have we... met before?"

**Knockout has posed:**
Knock Out allows himself a glance Phantom's way, a momentarily withering gaze sent to the mech following the smirk. Instead of fielding the question about meeting prior to now, he only says, "Apparently Mimic thinks he can end the war by causing everyone to forget about it."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Or so Scrapper theorizes." He calls as he kept scrubbing, transforming back to his bat-mode to keep scrubbing away at his fur, grumbling... Unfortunately the next thing they hear is the sound of /purging./ Seems all that quick transforming finally set off what he'd held back for so long.

**Phantom has posed:**
"Not a terrible idea in theory," Phantom muses, "except that history is always doomed to repeat itself, as you've probably already witnessed on multiple occasions."

 "Primus almighty," Phantom grumbles when Goth vomits. "As if it didn't already smell like a tar pit full of after grease in here already." He then looks to Knock Out, "who /is/ that guy anyway? He has some /struts/ to come in here like /that/ considering his current company." He smirks.

**Knockout has posed:**
"He is a bat, who is also a mech," Knock Out replies in a dry tone, giving a good scrubbing to the areas he can reach. A few, he may have to get creative with in order to reach. "And that is what he does not understand. End one war, as much as I may enjoy some peace, and there is nothing to prevent something else from causing another. One would think that is an easy concept to understand." An audible sigh follows the sound of Goth heaving.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth coughs and just sneers hearing Phantom, he's tempted to give Phantom a quip of wonder, what did Phantom expect of a /medical/ bay? Goth just rolls his optics and continues scrubbing himself... LEast Knock out isn't /dumping/ on him for it like Phantom is, which is oddly some comfort at the moment... He huffs out and probably after what was likely a cycle, he comes out of the showers in his bat mode with a towel around his pauldrons, grumbling something about stupid sewers, and how stupid the mimic was.

      He started making his way to the familiar berth he was always on, least now he smelled heavily of medical grade soap. "Not to mention those of us who where not even on this planet or even forged when this war started." He'd chuff.

**Phantom has posed:**
"Not going to dignify him with a name?" Phantom asks, "Heh. Fine by me. Never seen him before in my life, so don't really give a damn." He chuckles, clearly amused.

The elusive seeker regards Knock Out, his expression pensive.

"Hn."

"Well, what if he did actually account for that, and we just haven't figured that part out yet?" he says. "If things like mnemosurgery exist, then I wouldn't put it past him. He figured out how to build those ... what were they? Pylons? Surely he can't be that stupid. Besides even if he is, it's best to just assume the worst anyway and be prepared."

He steps over to medkit sitting on a berth nearby and starts replacing the bandages he'd placed on the still leaking weld on his arm.

**Knockout has posed:**
Knock Out did happen to cause Goth's current predicament. Was it worth the retaliation? That is not something he's about to say in front of others. "There's no telling what Mimic really knows or doesn't, and there is a part of me that enjoys deciphering his riddles and clues. Even if..mmmh..they don't always lead us to the nicest places. He seems to enjoy his squalor."

At part of what Phantom says, he looks between Goth and the other one, waiting to see if there's something more behind the excuse of if it's left as-is. More buffing commences as Goth finds his favorite spot.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth rolls his optics and looks at Phantom flatly. "It's Goth, I'm a medical and science officer... I also work under Soundwave." He'd introduce a but irritated as he got a brush from his subspace and started fixing his fur.

      "Secondly, Scrapper... Bah I cannot really recall all of it at the moment, but what it comes down to, from whaT I gleaned from the blasted fraggers taunts, and Scrapper, is that he is attempting to set everyone's memories back to before the war, thus this..." He'd spin his hand thinking of what he wanted.

      "Golden age that was spoken of some thousands if not millions of years ago, quite unsure of the time, this planets data records are /atrocious/... Which would be.. well, there are those of us here, that were living on other planets way back when, Scrappers short term memory loss from his encounter would also suggest it wouldn't necessarily reset everyone back to that exact same time.." He'd mutter.

**Phantom has posed:**
Well, Phantom doesn't know that, but if he did, he would have wholly approved of it. He perpetually hates the mecha-bat's guts, and his forgetfulness of the bat's identity is a mere coping mechanism.

 The seeker laughs. "Really? Well, good thing he isn't here right now. Maybe next time he'll lead you straight into the mouth of a volcano."

 "Heh, I was beginning to wonder why you were so intrigued by him, I was thinking you wouldn't have had much to worry about - forgive me if I'm assuming, but you don't look like you're from Cybertron."

**Knockout has posed:**
Knock Out grumbles about hard-to-reach places and needing a certain someone around to help, then he gives Phantom a brief glance in between the 'banter' between Goth and that one. "A volcano? And would you enjoy that, what is it again..private?" Perhaps he's made a point of knowing what he can of those who happen to be around the medbay, including their ranks.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gives Phantom the stink optic, before rolling them. Saying something in his native tongue of Eukrian as he kept fixing up his fur. He doesn't say anything else not wishing to risk revealing anything to the glitch head... He gives Knock out a long suffering, exasperated look, mostly warning him to not bother with threatening Phantom.

**Phantom has posed:**
The elusive seeker shrugs. "Maybe. Hard to scare a mech who thinks about dying everyday," he offers casually. Then he changes the subject. "Look, if you need help getting places, just let me know. I can get into most places without being seen."

**Knockout has posed:**
Knock Out stops with the buffing, determining he's most likely going to have to go back to his place for a more full-chassis cleaning. Of course he has one of those at the workshop. "Ahh, dying is not something I have on my list of things to experience any time soon." He turns to start for the way out, adding, "We'll need to see if there's anything to do with this key. Oh, and Goth? It was worth it."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth lets out an indignant huff, and just waves his hand. "Could of been worse I suppose.. /never again though/." he'd emphasis.

**Phantom has posed:**
"Yeah, well, that's the norm," the seeker says quietly, to no one in particular. "Heh, well if he won't go with you, I don't mind. I retain dirt about as well as I retain memories," he scoffs. "Anyway. I'll be around."

 And with that, Phantom vanishes through wall, just like his namesake. No wonder dirt doesn't stick to him.