1005/Moment of Respite

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth wonders into the medbay, looking quite annoyed with his optics settled into a half-shuttered state, and his posture hunched instead of it's normal prim and proper state... For good reason! He smells of melted metal, char, ash, and just general heat from being some place that had been on fire. His fur was still also partly standing up as he tried to shake out an electrical charge from his frame. Other then some minor scuffs though? He was fine.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff is already in there, just...cleaning, sorting, organizing, and getting a few things in place for the inevitable departure for...well, things. Because Combaticons. And Darkstar.

To that end, the medbay's looking...like normal. There's a swirling blanket of smoke rolling lazily along the ceiling from his cy-gar, his bottle of preferred drink on the desk, and...well, himself just being busy.

Hearing the sound of someone entering, though, he pauses and turns to give Goth a look over... "You...doin' alright?" He nods towards a medberth. "Hop on up an' I'll have a look... what happened?"

**Goth has posed:**
     "Ah... I missed a particularly /annoying/ Autobot femme that can detect me through my cloaking device." He'd sigh and move to the medbay. "She then proceeded to use a electric charged whip to keep me pinned down." He'd mumble "Been trying to shake out this blasted electrical charge since." He'd sigh.

      "...This was all at the polar rig as well, where it's blasted hot." He'd knit his ridges, and got up on the medberth and allowed to let Dustoff look him over. There was definitely damaged paint from where he'd missed someone he'd launched himself at, and then skidded across the uneven, melt-damaged ground. "Otherwise, my systems state that everything appears to be in order."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff thinks a moment. "Swivel...prolly." He mutters a bit and moves over to get a look. "Prolly a simple thing...ground out th' charge," he hooks a simple grounding strap up and runs it from Goth's wrist to the medberth itself. "Looks like ya got out without anythin' really...terrible. Paint can be redone."

He just sets to work, but not before reaching up to give the mech a ruffle between the ears. "Honestly seen ya look a whole lot worse...." He chuckles and stretches some. "Did y'all get what ya needed out of th' area, at least? Guessin' so since I ain't seen anyone come in broke to scrap."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Well, that is a relief, with how my luck is, and how I'd been stuck on the hot ground, i'd worried something was damaged that my systems were not picking up." He'd huff once, and finally smile at Dustoff. "Indeed you have, the fact I've been coming back not even remotely close to what I did in the past, says quite a lot." He'd chuckle. Once Dustoff was close enough, Goth would gently pull him over into a kiss and just huff, relaxing there.

      "Onslaught, Darkstar, and I were looking at a potential base area out there, when we came across three Autobots, the teal femme you've ID's as Swivel, First aid, and Hound." he'd nod. "Other then I making a fool of myself? things went rather well."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff grins but...work is work, at least until everything's pretty much all done save the paint touchups...and then he's content to get his arms around the other mech and return the show of affection right back. "Mmm...well, everyone's gotta play th' fool eventually..."

He then gives a slight frown, hopping himself up to settle himself on the medberth. "But...Darkstar an' Onslaught...how'd that go? Anyone get...unfortunately left behind?" He looks towards the door. "Ain't seen Darkstar come in here."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth found his ears sagging and his frame relaxing there in Dustoff's arms, he'd wrap his own around the other mech, this was a warmth he liked. "Mph, I do feel I play that part much to often, but.. Yes, we all eventually do." He'd huff, before letting out a snort and a chuckle.

      "No, no, but I must say, a fire between the two has indeed been lit, suppose the only reason I'm not worse off." he'd chuckle and get out a datapad with the recording from the mission.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff leans in against Goth, optics shuttering a moment. "Hrmph...good. Darkstar needs t' get knocked down a bit...curious t' see what comes of it." He thinks on that a moment before shrugging it off.

"Oh well...we'll see. So...what're ya gonna do t' keep busy while I'm out huntin' for a Vortex an' Blast Off, outta curiosity?"

**Goth has posed:**
     "Likely avoid Darkstar like cybonic plague." he'd chuckle. "Couldn't agree more, honestly needs a check of that ego of his." He'd huff, and just made himself comfortable there.

      "Honestly though? Mostly keeping this place clean, and running, and burying myself in work..." He'd glance away. "Worrying about you of course." He'd huff, he would admit that to Dustoff, everyone else? well, he would be actively trying to hide it, why burying himself in work was for.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff gives a soft snort and nods, leaning in against the beastformer as he shutters his optics. "Mmf...I'll be fine. Honestly...can't be too bad, can it?" He vents softly, resting his head on the other mech's shoulder. "I'll be back 'fore ya know it..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth let out a soft chuckle and sighed. "Famous last words, as they say." he'd grin at dust off, nuzzling against him. "Your most likely correct though, logically, perhaps I'm just being a bit more.. Mmmm, pessimistic, due to my own chances normally ending on the poor end." He'd explain, though his mind was still plaguing him with all that could go wrong.

      He'd let out a tired chuckle. "And I'll be here, waiting for your return." He'd smile."And do tell me if Darkstar gives you trouble." he'd chuff.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff is quite content to rest there for a good moment or two. "Mmf...eh, well, I ain't gonna keep ya waitin' very long..." He grins and glances towards the door... "Y' know...usually right 'bout now, someone charges int' th' medbay... Quite happy this ain't happenin'." He gives a soft chuckle.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckled once more. "I do hope so~ THe quicker, the better, means no one will have even noticed you slipped in, and then out with them." He'd nod.

      "...KNow you are correct, hopefully we've not jinxed ourselves by pointing such out." He'd chuckle, placing a hand over his mouth, but then removed it to grin at Dustoff. "I do quite like when we get out moments alone..." He'd let out a hem. "...Does take some stress of the frame."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hmms, just waiting a moment as though, indeed, the quiet is going to be burst... And when it doesn't? Well, he just smiles ever so faintly. "Well, since we got th' place an' no one's botherin' us...anythin' ya care t' do? I'm open t' suggestions." He frowns slightly, running a finger over one of the more ash-covered spots on the other mech's armor. "Other'n gettin' ya cleaned up an' repainted..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth smiled and kept his helm against Dustoff's, and looked over the other mech softly, taking in what he looked like, as if worried he'd forget. He'd chuckle and kiss the other mech's cheek plate. "I'm quite alright just relaxing like this..." He'd smile. "Well, I wouldn't be opposed, have had much worse on my frame then ash." He'd glance away, pursing his lips as he recalled just what he had been talking about, ridges knitting, he'd shake it off.

      His mind had wandered over to anxiety once more as a thought crept it's way in there. "Hmph, do need to be the one spoiling you one of these lunar-cycles."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hmms. "Well, if ya care to, I ain't gonna stop ya." He does, though, at least start...sort of cleaning things up, because why not? Though, it's less actual cleaning and more just...wiping off spots here and there that are in easy reach without really disturbing the relaxation going on.

**Goth has posed:**
     There was something of a.. purr? form the Bat as he relaxed there. "...Mmm.. I do apologize for being so.. overbearing, at times.. I ah.. well, you know as to why." He'd glance over to the other, and then down. He'd lower his voice to a whisper. "I worry as to what may happen to you.." His face then settled into an amused look, his voice becoming flat. "Even more when Darkstar is involved.." He'd run his thumb over the others face plate.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff listens for a moment and then just grins before opting that enough of that worried prattling is enough, and he pulls the other mech in for a kiss to silence him, pulling back after a good few moments. "Don't ever worry 'bout bein' overbearin' when yer 'round me... an'...heh, only time ya ever gotta 'pologize is if ya shoot me or somethin'. On purpose."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth blinks but just settles to enjoy the time that it lasts, wrapping his arms around the other, before chuckling once the kiss is broken. "Hmph, please, I wouldn't willing harm you on purpose, one of a few that don't /have/ to worry about such a thing happening." He'd grin. Though accidents did happen, and he did kick himself over them.

      He'd just chuckle and scoop the other mech up in a hug. Though his inbox alarm goes off and huffs, when he realize just /who/ it was from. "Took his time with it... Guess that is a sign our moment of respite is going to come to a close."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff sighs softly and just sort of...frowns, but, hey, it was good while it lasted, right? He contents himself to just rest there, though, not willing to be the one to draw back and bring a close to everything.

Just yet, at least.

"Hmph...well, hopefully he ain't gonna be too much of a bother..." He shutters his optics. "Or...could jus' lock th' medbay an' keep on enjoyin' this..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would glance around a moment in thought and smirked. "Could move down to the lab, hide out there for the time being unless it is an emergency." He'd chuckle and sigh. "He does know how to ruin a moment, doesn't he?"