1165/Sass-Is-Faction

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar stood around Dead End as per the norm when he wasn't training in the arena, engaged in vigorous research and development, or drinking at the Jump Joint or Mac's after a long patrol. An e-cig had been sparked, the smoke filling the air around his helm as he watched the comings and goings from deep within the maze of alleys. So far it was a quiet night with precious few muggings, screams from darkened corners of the maze, or street punks puking their booze fueled processors out and carrying on the standard harass and grab. A quiet night, so far...

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was actually lurking about as well, skulking in the shadows as per-normal, he'd actually come out here due to the rumors of the murders, as it did actually make his scavenging for stuff in the area a bit difficult, he'd spot Darkstar and debate startling the spacer by jumping down cloaked onto one of the dumpsters of fire escapes, but decided against it.

      Instead he'd swoop down and land carefully and quietly, disengaging his cloaking device. "Well, no surprise seeing you here."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Private Obvious strikes again... This time in plain sight," Darkstar replies to Goth with a smirk before he filled his vents with e-cig smoke. "Mmmm.... Good brand," he'd comment of how much he was enjoying his most benign vice. "If you came ta' see about jumpin' into a fight... We ain't meetin'. It's an 'off night'," the spacer explains, his red optics scanning around the alley once more with a slow and steady caution. Darkstar was here for something else, which actually might be a little surprising after all.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off finds himself back here, too, though not neccessarily because he WANTS to be. But he's rather curious about what the smelt just happened here- especially with that 'Mimic' taking a pot shot at him, all the while bringing up his expertise at shooting Blurr. There's annoyance and pride all wrapped up inside as the shuttleformer makes his way through the streets- towards the other two Cons, as it turns out. He catches scent of the e-cig and sniffs at it. "/That/ smell can only mean..." He turns to look down an alley and- ah. There they are.

**Goth has posed:**
     "you know if I were much more uncivilized and allowed my temper to get the better of me i'd slap that cy-gar right form your mouth." He'd huff indignantly in response to Darkstar's jab, giving him something of a stink optic before looking out of the ally way.

      "No, I'm not here for that, I'm actually looking to see if I can detect anything unusual around here, considering our little falsarium problem." He'd explain as he started moving forward, only to stop and look around as his ears twitched, picking up the sound of someone approaching, in this case, Blast off. "Hmmm..."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "You say uncivilized, I say suicidal... Language is pretty funny like that, huh?" Darkstar says as he continues to look around and vent smoke into the air for the pleasure of all who enjoy and all who detest the resulting smell alike. "Falsarium problem?" Is that what they were caling the Mimic situation, or was there something else going on that he wasn't briefed on due to absence.

    Before he could press the matter directly, Darkstar would notice the approach of the only other Decepticon fortunate enough to be space capable. "Eh, L.T... Thought you'd 'ave decided this wasn't exactly your type of hangout after that last show."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off strides towards the other two, lifting an optic ridge at Darkstar. He frwons under his faceplate as he looks around, then back at the other spacer. "It's not," he replies flatly, turning to give Goth a small nod of greeting, then looks back down the alley. "A nest of hornswogglers and guttersnipes. I'd \*much\* prefer to be ...almost anywhere else. BUT!"

He lifts a black finger, "I do have a strut to pick with that odd fellow who backstabbed me. And.... also acknowledged how \*amazing\* I am about sniping a certain blue Autobot." He puffs up a bit at that.

**Goth has posed:**
     "No, because that would imply I'm like you." Goth would shoot back, looking over with a smelt eating grin on his face, he knew how much sass he was throwing out Darkstar's way, before turning around. "Yes, Falsarium, It's... I believe on this planet, the language is known as 'Old Cybertronian' for 'Faker'." He'd explain, before turning back around to give Blast Off a small bow in greeting.

      "...Hmm Yes backhanded compliments do tend to do that." he'd muse, tapping at his chin with a claw.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Nothin' short of a shining medal 'round yer neck, an' a full military alt-mode chassis makeover would imply you're like ME, Bats," Darkstar tosses back into Goth's court with a chuckle as he removed the e-cig from wher he'd held it between his denta. "So..." A plume of white smoke shot forward a distance, and then began to slowly rise toward the stars. "Faker... Huh, strange name fer' a language. Probably somethin' to learn from that," he adds with a snerk.

    "Yeah, you really should get 'im back for what that fella did to you before... That ain't how the Club is supposed to be. Blasted fragger made a mockery of all of us... We ever see him again near one of the meetups and he's as good as scrap, or whatever the frag you call a pool of dismantled Insecticon." Slowly, Darkstar lifted his e-cig back toward his face. "Oh, by the way... I haven't missed 'im YET," the spacer offers with a smirk and puff.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off lifts an optic ridge again at the mention of 'fakers', but... "Ah. Don't hear the old languages much anymore. Shame, really. Today's mechs could \*use\* some culture." TSK. He crosses his arms and looks at Darkstar. "Indeed. I'm glad to hear that you stick to \*some\* sort of rules, rather than just go wild. In this day and age one needs to minimize real critical injuries... we get plenty on the battlefield as is."

He smirks under his faceplate, chuffing softly. "Yes, but how long have you been shooting at him, hmm? Not as long as \*I\*."

**Goth has posed:**
     "You may want to think about what you just said, Darkstar, as your mixing two things up and you are not a complete idiot." He'd state, looking back over his shoulder, before returning his attention to Blast Off.

      "It's a bit more mmm Common where I come from, given many of the beast-formers that left this god-awful planet where quiet old, one of which being Onyx prime himself... And of course Chela." He'd explain to Blast Off.

      Goth would then raise a brow about their tailpipe measuring contest, squinting a moment... Waaait, Has Darkstar met Blurr out on the battlefield? He couldn't recall anything like that, unless Darkstar was dancing around the subject that hadn't missed once yet because he'd yet to face him in battle... Or had they met once? Even then, that was still only once and counted as one... He'd raise a brow at the two, questioning.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar begins to laugh at Blast Off's comment, citing it as a pretty good one. Another top shot whose ego was certainly willing to return a volley for a volley with the reach that only a spacer could muster. "I'd say... Just long enough to know it ain't a major accomplishment," he offers smiling, minimizing what it means to score a hit on the Blue Comet in a bid to take himself out so long as it meant Blast Off's balloon was popped along the way. Blurr certainly was a speed demon, and not at all easy to hit unless you were willing to go hard. Making things look easy was what Darkstar did, even when the appearance of something was the extent of the ease of the accomplishments.

    "Oh, I get it... Faker is what you call 'em Mimics. Pretty good name... Points for creativity," Darkstar replies to Goth simply enough. "Oh, and stop sayin' slag that nobody knows what the frag you're talkin' about until you translate. Makes ya' look like a mech who likes to waste bots time..." Puff, puff, vent goes the Darkstar.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off squints a little at Goth calling Cybertron a 'god-awful planet'. "I see. Now, if this place is really that awful, why did you return?" The Combaticon may be stirring up a turbo-hornet nest but he's rather oblivious if so, simply making conversation.

Now back to Darkstar. He huffs, waving a hand at the other spacer dismissively. "Bah. You reveal how little you know. I \*do\* know, and anyone who can routinely hit that arrogant racer is \*quite\* well looked upon, if I DO say so myself." He again puffs up a bit, armor plates ruffling and black hands coming to rest where a jacket V-neck might be on an human, pinkies out of course. Spacer ego- Darkstar knows how it goes.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would roll his optics, but Blast Off would see a irrtated smirk twitch onto the Bat's face as he starts purposefully, speaking quickly in his native tongue of Eukarian, and snorts before answering Blast Off. "Blast Off, I was not forged here." He'd point out, if not a bit tartly.

      "Though I have only mentioned around Dustoff and Darkstar that my full name is 'Goth, Sparkling of Chela' so it's not like you would of known that." He'd huff, getting more and more prickly as he went on. "Hmph, I assume you can only guess what it means to be exiled from your home so I'll leave it at that." He'd huff.

      He'd then look around. "Right.. Came here for a reason, and I should continue such."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "How little I know? Hey... Hittin' Blurr may be difficult for YOU, so I ain't gonna bother talkin' about how easy it was for ME anymore." Shrugging his pauldrons, Darkstar flicks the rest of his e-cig against the adjacent alley wall before extinguishing it with a soft somp of his boot. "The three hits in a row...back to back to back...when he had ta' be rescued by a medic, an' took off before I could get in a drop shot that we both know would've hit too." Darkstar laughs, his head tilted back with his laughter booming around the alleyway. "But yeah... You're the mech, L.T. If you're right 'bout anything it's that the Blue Comet deserves his rep."

    Darkstar glances over to Goth as the mech goes on about Chela and his real home. The spacer's optics strobed with annoyance, and then Darkstar chuckled another sound of amusement. "Talk slag about our homeworld again..." This time Darkstar's optics flashed more dangerously, though his expression remained dangerously amused.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off sniffs slightly as Goth bristles at him in reply, but he does listen. When the bat mentions exile from one's home the shuttleformer grows more subdued. His violet gaze drops down before glancing in the direction of Altihex... and then up towards the stars. "..." He turns to face the bat again, adding quietly, "....No, I have an idea." He looks away, until Darkstar's comments draw him in again.

He fidgets a bit as Darkstar speaks of how \*easy\* it was for him, wing elevon twitching and wing clacking against his leg once. He grumbles, but his proud stance doesn't falter. "I am the mech," he says, preferring to dwell on that and not notice too much how coldly Darkstar's looking at Goth.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth scoffs at Darkstar. "Please, I doubt you could even /begin/ to understand my reasoning for stating such, as it is clear you've rarely suffered anything those of us who became caste so far below the likes of you. did, and still do." He's snear, his ears falling back in irritation, but he leaves it at that, and gives Blast Off a raised ridge.

      He'd shake it off and move further down the ally way, peeking out and tilting his helm. "...Hm, the sooner we sort this issue, the better."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Shows what you know... Still won't make me curse the creation place of our kind. You take issue with the old then you fight for the new, and keep that curse off ya' vocals." Darkstar continues, refusing to let it go until he was satisfied that his point was well taken. He'd joined the Decepticons for this very reason, to fight against the tyranny of the old Senate even if it meant the tyranny of a new individual. Thing about individuals was they were a whole lot easier to snuff out of existance than a group, right?

    Watching as Goth made his way down the alley, Darkstar crossed his arms and took to leaning against the wall at his back. "Yeah..." he'd offer with a soft venting, and made himself comfortable. "You mechs have yourself a good'un..."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Now the issue of finding this 'Mimic' is one distraction Blast Off can get behind. "Indeed, we should aim to get to the bottom of this soon. Primus knows what this individual will do if they can pretend to be any one of us..." He suddenly stops, turns, studies Darkstar and then Goth.... and then just shakes his head and drops that thought. Nah, they're both too irritable to be fakes.

He brushes non-existant dust off a shoulder, then the other. "I will try," he answers Darkstar. "I shall likely only have a 'Good-un' when I \*leave\* this forsaken spot." He grimaces, looking around at the trash. "Yes, I shall patrol a bit longer, but then I'm heading back to my wine shop and \*civilization\*." He waves two fingers at the two mech. "Good day to you, then. Inform me if you find anything of note."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth quirked a ridge. "...My my Darkstar, is that... Perhaps, the scent of you actually /caring/ about something?" he'd grin, clearly teasing the other.

      He would then look up and scart scaling the wall rather quickly and quietly as he could. "Right then.. I'll keep you informed if I turn up anything strange around here." He'd say to Darkstar after another huff, sounding a bit calmer than before...

      He'd then give Blast Off a nod as well. "Hm... Dark Cycles too you, and may they keep your travels safe." He'd huff as he looked over, getting ready to leap off the roof to take flight.