1167/Clemency Aftermath - Decepticons (4-3)

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

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would appear from his cloaking, in his Bot mode of all things! As he dragged his hurting frame into the medical bay, still holding a hand over the stab wounds created form the crude shank that Repugnus had used... That matter his frame was still smoldering from the fire that Prowl had set upon those at the base.

      Goth would drag himself over to the familiar medical berth and lay down on it were the nurses there could get him stable, at least enough till Dustoff could get to him and Sixshot, once they did though, he'd reach over and pick up the near datapad to start work on the report.

      "Uhg..."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot follows in after finishing a talk with a shuttle pilot, "Heh least got that much off before the bots moved in. Even if he won't show it Shockwave will probably want the planet resecured. That can be done in the future unless its deemed unwanted by command." He moves to sit down on a berth, not as heavily damaged as the batmech.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Hopefully, that place was serving as a rather decent supply post for awhile... Especially in regards to.. Well, how much we go through here, in the medical bay." There was a cringe on the bats face as his ridges knitted in thinking about it. He'd sigh out as he posted the post to their report boards, and laid his head back against the medical berth.

      "Means I must be more careful in how I proceed these coming mega-cycles." He'd grumble, while his injury rate a week was dropping, he was still pretty high risk out on the field.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"Supplies can be rationed or stolen as needed. Leave organization to whoever handles it. Not doubt we'll get it back, have plenty of ways.", Sixshot says as he looks up from a datapad while letting the nurses attend him, "Maybe check the armory for a few things."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth lets out an uneasy hem. "Considering what Dustoff has to go through with inventory here, and what Shockwave has stated in the past, I cannot say that soothes any of my worries." He'd huff, setting his Datapad down and brading an arm over his optics.

      He'd sigh. "Still Though, suppose that it was inevitable we were to lose that, as soon as I took stock of the fact Sky Lynx was on the field.." he'd mumble, ensuring his wounds had at least settled a some as to not break open upon moving.

      "Did rather well, all things considered." he'd add.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods, "Then its time for raids. No doubt there are some hidxen caches that can be taken." The sixchanger makes a note to ask Soundwave or someone from intelligence later. Someone has to start hitting supply lines hard or send ships out. But thats more commands concern.

**Goth has posed:**
     "That would be indeed an Idea, though these sieges alone already are a strain on resources." He'd huff, and carefully get himself up, cringing, and make his way over, and started repairing Sixshot's damage. "Uhg.. Sorry for the delay alsom needed to.. collect my bearings, blasted monster-bot has hit something sensitive in my internals." He'd grumble.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"You should leave this to Dustoff since your in worse condition. But thank you for being dedicated to your work.", Sixshot says as he allows Goth to do repairs. He ponders a bit before saying, "Thats part of conflict. The first civil war drained some resources but found ways to recover. No doubt Megatron and others have plans for this."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Hmph.. I do at least try to keep myself useful." He'd say, finishing the repairs, before making his way back over onto the Berth. "It does also help ensure Dustoff does not get overwhelmed, as...Well, he and I are the only two capable of repairs around here." He'd explain, spinning his messy hand.

      "Perhaps... Still, we must be.. cautious, more so of us that are high risk of breaking easily in battle." He'd hem. "However given our overall success recently in taking three outposts I doubt I'll be scolded about such, for now."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex comes into the area. "Okay so we have injured and I have a glue gun. Who'se first." run. Thats the best response. Run.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks to Vortex as he comes in, "Goth beat you to the punch, least on me." He nods to this batcas he adds, "We'll find or train more. Why I mentioned raiding Deltaran when we have the chance."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth groaned out as Vortex came in. "Hello Vortex..." He'd state, raising his free hand, and laid it back down, there where a number of injured soldiers around that had escaped Clemency with the two, Goth however did appear to be in the more seriously injured category, then again, he rarely wasn't.

      He'd then grumble. "Indeed.... Indeed.." he sounded tired now.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex tilts his head. "Hey, Goth. Fire again?" he says softly. "You shoul rest and heal. You look exhausted. You need tme to glue anything?" he nods. "Yeah we should kidnap some medics. The bots have a lot of em."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot tests his joins but doesn't strain them as he says, "That they do. If you think can get one and convince to join thats on you Vortex. Not a order as I'll leave those to Onslaught."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Yeeees." Goth would grone, fortunately it seems it wasn't the fire that got the bat, this time, but the damage done by Sky Lynx. Goth would then let out a weak laugh. "You realize what happened the /last/ time that happened, correct?" He'd glance over.

      "Mmmph, I doubt it's anything you can repair, damned monster bot got me with one of his dirty, handmade blades." He'd cringe at the thought of just what kind of infection that may cause.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chuckles. "Convince. By fore, sure. By force." he chucles. "Should be fun."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar joins the group in the medical bay, keeping quiet for the time being as he slides into an empty medberth and kicks his feet up with hands joined behind his helm. A glance around tells him that at least one of the Decepticons has been in combat recently... "Private Goth, you look like you've been having fun," he notes with a grin, optics flashing briefly. "Chalk up another win for the good guys?" the spacer wonders, given that the mechabat has been on the winning side of at least the last couple of battles.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Not this time.." Goth would say, glancing over to Darkstar. "Prowl, Sky Lynx, and Repugnus unfortunately overtook us on Clemency.. Partly in thanks to Prowl's new toy, in combination with Sky Lynx's might." He'd add, grumbling as he tries not to fidget at one of the shank wounds from Repugnus. "Check the report." He'd huff.

      "Vorteeex." Goth would whine, before just venting out a huff, and trying to at least get some rest.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot shakes his head at the rotary but doesn't comment. No doubt others will stop him from doing anything foolish. For now he decides to read a datapad as the others chat.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "I getcha." he ays softly. I'll watch over ya goth. Everyone be quiet." He says. "Goth needs his rest and Im his nurse." he giggles. "Doctor feelbad to medbay. Doctor feelbad to the medbay."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar snorts and reaches into his subspace pocket to retrieve a datapad, and begins scanning over the contents of the latest after action report. "Coolant based weapon..." he says to himself, moving a hand to his chinplate to stroke gently as he processes the new information. "Seems like this Autobot has a thought process that's rather similar to mah' own." The spacer grins at that, figuring that the Autobot second in command would be the type to think like he does. "Well, nothin' we won't overcome eventually. Sky Lynx though... Go figure they brought out the big guns considerin' their efforts have been mostly in vain of late. We'll hafta execute the plan for dealin' with that one pretty soon. Soon as I finish a couple more tests, and workout any bugs I find with yer' assist of course..."

    A glance toward Vortex and the spacer smirks. "Doctor Feelbad... I like that one," he notes, filing it into the long list of nicknames he has for the Rotary. "Who was there on our side?" Darkstar asks then, shooting a look Sixshot's way.

**Goth has posed:**
     Vortex likely could see Goth lightly shake his helm at his antics. "Vortex... The thought is appreciated.." He'll say that much. Before lifting his arm to look back at Darkstar. "Once I'm not bleeding and have damaged internals, I shall." he'd huff.

      He'd gesture his free hand to Sixshot and then himself. "Only us two, and we were actually doing rather well, however, Sky Lynx was able to do a great amount of damage after that coolant had weakened the defenses protective layering...." he'd grumble. "Ended up buried in rubble again." Well, that explained the dents in Goth's frame..Actually that explained a lot of the major damage to Goth.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks up from the datapad to Darkstar saying, "As the Private said just the two of us. Makes me question where some of our warriors are at times, Corporal. The chance of defending could have been higher if more had been deployed. Not blaming any but lately I have been the biggest threat on the battlefield. But that is part of working for the cause."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar nods to Goth and Sixshot, "Pity... We seem ta' be stretched pretty thin in these times. It'd be nice if we did have more warriors ta' spread around... Which suggests the 'Bots have been doin' a better job with recruitin' than us. Might be we should consider lookin' into putting up some shanix for the purpose of gettin' a few mercs on the payroll."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts "Or reprogramming some autobots." He says like thats normal talk. "Goth hold still." He aims his glue gun right where Goth's bleeding.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Fairly, both you and I have been a fairly decent threat in combination, that's to say you likely are quite dangerous on your own." He'd chuckle, and flinched, he'd let out a hem and raised a ridge.

      "That accent of yours Darkstar, have you always had it?" He'd question, taking notice of how frequent it's been of late, after all he did hide his own accent.

      Goth would then raise his arm to look to where Vortex was, and his ears fanned back, watching the Heil-bot.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods, "No doubt a few will come when the shanix is offered. Just need to get the word out."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar lifts a ridge at Goth, unsure if the mechabat was attempting to toy with him or not. He would eventually settle on the answer being 'yes', he was being toyed with. "Funny..." he'd offer simply at first with a flickering of optics as he chuckled. "What about it?" he'd add after a moment.

    Oh, and then there was that other matter. "L.T. You an' me have need ta' train," he says matter of factly. "Been hearin' good things about'cha combat prowess for a little while now. If you're one of the best then you should be one of my regulars."

    Lastly, Darkstar turned his attention to Vortex. "Somethin' to consider... Though I gotta say that might backfire on us pretty hard. I've heard there've been...issues with that kinda thing in the past."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot watches Vortex start to help Goth before turning his full attention to Darkstar and nods, "Can always go for a round or two of training. Will be to arrange some with you when I can."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is concentrating on Goth "Just hold really really still." He aims his glue gun and fires a small round at one of Goth's wounds. Hes trying to help.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Good," Darkstar says with a curt nod to Sixshot, a grin having reformed on his face. "Only way forward is through training and combat with the toughest opponents... If they ain't capable of defeating ya', they ain't worth the time." Looking to Goth the spacer smirks. "I mean...capable of defeatin' ya SOMEDAY, at least. Got high hopes fer' you, Bats," the spacer offers with a laugh.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Mmmm, just noticed it's been more prominent of late, found it strange hearing you speak with it fully is all." He'd state before looking over at Vortex sitting up some. "Erm, Vortex I don't think that's-- Erk." He'd flinch, baring his denta in pain, letting out a small grunt to really vocalize such, but he shudders, enduring it... Partly being reminded back to where he laid on a Berth paralyzed, and /Buzzsaw/ of all bots was the one to fix such.

      He'd then look over, snarling at Darkstar, but mostly due to the pain, squinting. "Tsk, just because I started out with a disadvantage..." He'd growl, but let it drop... Much as it hurt, the bleeding did stop! Good Job Vortex.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"And there's a line of thinning I can agree with.", Sixshot replies. Standing up he checks his systems, "May be time to look into some upgrades but will look into that in the future. For now a bit of target practice and a recharge will be best."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar chortles, "Sure, sure... You're improvin', and fightin' ya' has become more fun than it used to be. That's all that matters to me, excuses or otherwise." Snagging an e-cig from subspace, the spacer sparks it up and vents a plume of smoke into the air before his hands returned to cradling the back of his helm while he relaxed back on the medberth he'd claimed as his own. "So... We got us a little bit of an issue ta' discuss b'tween us. Seems there's a lot more...friendly buddy buddyin' around with Autobots takin' place of late. Now... I ain't one to suggest wasting ordinance on the weaklings, but some of us seem to have forgotten who the enemy is."

    Looking to Vortex, Darkstar's optics flashed again. "No offense, Heli-Bot... But why would that Whirl 'Bot jump at the chance to join up and fight side by side wit'cha?" Another long drag and venting of smoke, and the space-alt lifted his chin slightly. "Like the two of you were a fraggin' TEAM or something..."

    A nod to Sixshot was offered, though considering that Darkstar's gaze remained fixed onto Vortex the whole time it may have been missed or even misunderstood. "Lieutenant..."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex blins "Sorry about htat. he says honestly. "It only hurts for a little while on low. It hurts more on high..do you want..." He pauses. "Oh hey. That helped. Sweet!" He says. "Whirl can't keep his claws off my rotors. Im freaing fantastic. He just wants to smash me. Literally. But seriously..." he pauses. "I don't think hes a medic. I mean I've tried to learn nedicinne, it just doenst work. Maybe its my lack of attention sp..rotors" He giggles.

**Goth has posed:**
     Waait, Darkstar enjoyed their spars? Well he figured as much, but.. Well, hearing it was better than assuming. He'd place his forhelm down on the berth as he tried to recover from the pain, fairly he'd felt set to pass out. Ohhh what a mess Dustoff was going to have to deal with when he returned.

      He'd glance up hearing about friendly meetings with Autobots, what? For once Goth wasn't going to be the one accused of being disloyal. (Though the second anyone attacked Dustoff, all bets were off.) "...Attention span indeed.. uph, perhaps basic field medical teachings would be better suited." he'd mumble.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar vents another cloud, and in the next instant he was sitting upward with his entire chassis leaning forward as he continued to focus on Vortex. "Good... That means he should be easy to lure into an ambush," the spacer continued. "You're gonna do that for me, Private. I've heard that mech walk around talkin' about how much he loves ta' fight... Seems like somebody I'd be liken' to get along with real well. You ready to be my bait, Heli-Bot?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts "Well how is that gonna do me any good?" he says, staring into his glue gun as he starts to clean it. "Hes not able to fix any of us...ait." He blinks. "Bait? What are you plannin, space case?"

**Goth has posed:**
     "I believe he intends to attack the autobot in a secluded location, Vortex, without any of his.. Team mates, to be able intercept." Goth would explain tiredly. Glancing up at Darkstar, partly thinking the spacer was not going to take kindly to Goth saying that.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar laughs and leans back again, resuming his more relaxed positioning. "What else? I've faced almost all of the Autobots in combat... Not Whirl though. The plan is ta' fix that proper," he explains, smug expression fixed. "I don't want'cha to intervene though. Just get that 'Bot where he and I can have ourselves a nice little private...'conversation'. Oh, and make sure nobody else interrupts us either."

    Goth knew what Darkstar was thinking...at least for the most part. The spacer couldn't care less that Goth saw fit to voice what he was thinking. The mechabat knew him well enough by now...

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex tilts his head. "i have. an idea. Whirl..loves to fight. Maybe we can get him to the fight club." he syas, rotors spinning.

**Goth has posed:**
     No getting yelled at? Good, he'd close his optics once more, trying to rest. "See? I believe from.. reports, that purple medic is a bit of a nuisance when it comes to such things.." He'd vent tiredly.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Eh, yeah... I expect he'll find his own way back to the DEFC," Darkstar notes. "I'm thinkin' he and I should have a more...freeform kinda interaction." Yes, that is what Darkstar called a fight without rules. "I want to see what he's workin' with... Lasers, cannons, missiles... War style." The Fight Club was great and Darkstar wouldn't enjoy a Cybertron that didn't have a place for it now that it exists, but he longed to challenge himself against a mech with real fighting chops who he has yet to meet in glorious battle.

    "Yeah, your other Autobot friend... Starlock. She shows up, you'll be charged with kickin' her aft until she's barely able to crawl away if not worse."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex blinks "Woah woah woah woah wait. Do you think.." H e blinks. "Do you think I am friends with Whirl? And Starlock?" He says. "First of all I only kissed Whirl on the optic because I was very drunk and wanted to get hit hard. Secondly. Starlock saved my life in Garrus, so I kinda owe her." he huffs defensively.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gave Vortex a look in regards to Kissing Whirl, but then again... The reasoning behind it.. Yeah, no, that seems like Something Vortex would do to start a bar fight alright. "...Had this been anyone other then you kissing an autobot with that reasoning, I'd be suspect, but it was you, so, I must concede that is something you'd do." He'd huff, optic's settled into a half-shuttered position.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar vents a plume of smoke, hissing long as he stifles a laugh brought on by Vortex's defensive tone. "Then I'd say that you've paid your debt to 'er by now...amply so. With that outta' the way I figure you and I can get to doin' what we're meant to do." Darkstar glances briefly to Goth, his statement holding true enough. Again, back to Vortex, the spacer nodded. "So it's settled then... All we need ta' do now is be patient, and wait for the right opportunity to strike."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Yeah I guess. We captured her before though right? And no one let me question her then what makes you think they'd let me question her now?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth laid his helm in the crook of his arms and listened, raising a ridge as he listened to the two speak, raising a ridge at Vortex's statement.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Question her?" Darkstar snerks. "Who said anything about questioning her?" The space-alt shook his head and vented a sigh. "You're going to kick her aft if she shows up while me an' Whirl are havin' us a go. Like Bats said... She likes to meddle, and so you're going to do absolutely everythin' possible to make her regret even thinking of doing so. I want her either broken or in pieces if she happens to show her patch-happy face around my duels. S'pose you can leave her alone if she hangs back... Though seein' as how she ain't your friend I doubt you'd do so anyway, am I right?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex throws his hands up in the air. "I an interrogator, not a thug, mech." He says. "I don't kick aft on a schedule. I show up on the batlteield and kick the aft that Im aimed at. Sides. She wont come ot hte duels. She'd h ave to fight. If thats the case sure I might fight her but you know. Plans , mech. Plans are made to be broken."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar scoffs, "You'll do your blasted job, Heli-Bot. I think the two of us got our wires crossed somewhere... Not askin' you to fight her at the Fight Club. I'm saying that you are to execute operation 'merciless' if she aims to intervene when I call Whirl out. You CAN do that, can't you, Private?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth Ah's, right Vortex was actually not a combat unit, surprisingly. He'd blink slowly as he listened, almost falling asleep. "I hate to be that mech, but, Duals? as in plural, you intend to do this more than once? Shouldn't you be avoiding injury at the moment, given we've lost a rather vital place that we would be getting supplies form?" He'd ask, tilting his helm.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "All of Cybertron is a battlefield, mechs. Yeah, it's a duel to me... Cuz I aim for the best of the bunch, and test my mettle against 'em," Darkstar replies to Goth. "Whirl is on my list now, and I'm gonna make that 'Bot bleed hard. S'ides... Never said anything about trying to avoid blowin' the 'Bot to smitherines during said duel." Clapping his hands together, Darkstar sits up quickly. "I say we start takin' more chances... Kickin' more aft if we see one of 'em any time, anywhere... Got no problem takin' on the bigger bots myself. Those of us whose primary function isn't 'warrior' will fare best taking the fight to their support role rank n' file. I want 'em smashed up beyond recognition. Make their job nearly impossible...a pipe dream, you gettin' me?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chucles. "Can I watch ?" he says. "I think it'd be fun to hit him. I really do" he says, trying to change the topic off of Starlock. "Maybe e should cut back right?" he chuckles. "Yeah like thats gonna happen. We fight,we get hurt, repeat. Medic or not, its what we are."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar nods to Vortex when he mentions the futility of trying to avoid getting beaten up during a war, which always costs them in the supplies department. "Exactly... So, you want to avoid fallin' underneath the 'traitor' flag you know what ta' do when you see Starlock." The spacer stood up then, and flashed his optics at Vortex. "Oh, one thing real quick... Want ya' to transform for me. Make sure you ain't a Mimic infiltrator."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would look at his wounds, and the glue Vortex Put on them, and then to Darkstar, and raised a ridge. "Quite sure it's Vortex, Darkstar, it's rather hard to improvise that sort of hyperactivity, and even if one could, they would be rather exhausted, quickly." He'd humph.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts "You callin me a traitor?" he approaches Darkstar and pushes him. "Do it again, Spacecase. If you want proof ithout a doubt I'm not a mimic...." he chuckles. "Watch this. No one but the real Vortex would do this" he takes a rotor off his back and holds it in his hand, letting it dig in. "Hi, I'm Vortex. I have a weird obsession with rotorblades, glue guns and getting drunk." He says. "For some odd reason I find a DA attractive even though Im a mercenary I like the color teal a lot but pink better besuae its the color of energon. My hobbies outside of that are petting Goth's fur to make him uncomfortable, hanging around my brothers who get me and put up with me for some reason...and last but not least...." he stabs himself HARD in the thigh ith his rotor blade. "I like sensation. Any sensation." he twists the b lade, giggling. "Especially pain." when his leg starts to spark where he stabbed it, he giggles again. "A lot."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would place his face against his arms and shake his helm in.. embarrassment, Yes, that was Vortex all right, he'd then hear the sound of metal against metal and cutting into metal and looked up. "Vortex!" he'd snap, needing to get the Heli-bot to stop.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar shoots Goth a look, "Can it, Private... You know what the warrior's greatest foe is, don't ya?" Quiz time. He looked back to Vortex, crossing his arms though he was smirking. It was certainly Vortex, right? Just like Goth said, who could possibly improvize that sort of hyperactivity? Maybe a Mimic... "Transform, Heli-Bot," the spacer says, returning his focus to the Rotary.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex continues to dig that blade in deeper, 'corkscrewing' it ith the sound of metal on metal. "Peace." he says. "Other then that Fear..." he says. "Unless you have a third option." he says. "Why you want me to transform?" he asks. "You got a rotor thing?"

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar notices the sparks this time, his attention having returned to Vortex after the interruption by Goth. "Hmmm... Fair enough. Don't think Mimics do that," he notes, though he could be wrong and actually looks again to Goth for any confirmation that the mechabat might provide. "Do they?"

    The last time he saw a Mimic it looked exactly like Vortex, and security was in no ways what it should be given the existance of such vile enemies. "Just know that Mimics don't transform like the rest of us. You transform...you ain't one of 'em. Also, knowing that you're the real Vortex lets me know that the real Vortex will remember our conversation about puttin' Starlock in her place." There it was, Darkstar's real agenda. "Satisfied...for now."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Allright." he says, returning his rotor to his back, right before he's ready to cut into a main fuel line in his leg. Darkstar may have saved his life, keeping him from bleeding out. "Check this out. If you're into the rotors, enjoy the show." he transforms showing off his chopper form in all its glory. Of course, transforing auses something near his cockpit to spark, probably where his legs 'tuck' when he transforms. "Touch the rotors, everyone. You know you wanna."

**Goth has posed:**
     One of Goth's optics would actually glitch out at the noise and he'd curl into a ball, pulling on his ears. "Ahhg! Vortex! STOP!" He'd yell, Oh the pain of having such sensitive ears while injured.

      He'd shutter at the noise and look over at Darkstr. "..Uuuhg, no, would.. would likely do something strange such as.. ah.. phasing through their hologram, and cause a strange clipping." he'd grumble.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar nods as he watches Vortex transform, ignoring the damage that the Rotary had caused himself as it manifests in more sparking. "Good... You're you," he concedes finally, and then looks over at Goth. "Complacence..." he finally states, and looks back to Vortex. "Complacence is the warrior's GREATEST foe. I expect none from anyone here... Transform checks, regular comms frequency switches, and so on. No mistakes going forward, mechs. Until all Mimics are routed out and sent to the pit."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex transforms bak. "Well if you wanna check my fuel tank for invaders, stick your hand right in...."

**Goth has posed:**
     Got Just squints, questioning the two, before just shaking his helm, nope, Dustoff please return soon, he doesn't want to be stuck listening to more of... Whatever this was! "...Right then, I'm going into recharge."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar waves a hand dismissively. "Bah..." he offered with a snerk, and then stepped past Vortex on his way out of the medical bay. "Keep sharp, mechs... And Vortex! Be ready..."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex giggles and salutes. "Sir, yes sir." He says. "Scared him." his own voice sounds a bit tired. "Gonna lay down m'self." he syas. "Repair systems are maing that noise again." what his self repair doesnt like him digging like that? Go fig.