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**Darkstar has posed:**
    Well, that should look good for the report... In all sincerity Darkstar had a blast in more ways than just getting to fight a battle with the odds stacked against him. He made his way toward the medical bay, and steeled his expression some before passing through the doors so that at the very least he would appear less than amused. The doors parted and into the medbay the Decepticon spacer walked only to find a medberth to call home for the time being, his legs kickign up and crossing as he laid back and rested his helm upon joined hands. A long sigh vented, an e-cig already trapped between his denta.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was on his normal berth, looking through the reports and frowned, Deadlock hadn't posted a report about Clemency yet... He'd vent a sigh, plopping his cheek into his hand as he started up a blank post, always leaving him to do the work huh?

      He'd glance over hearing Darkstar tromp in, all Goth could think about, was the sweet sweet sweet irony in the fact that Darkstar had mocked him the Solar-cycle before about base defence, and he just.. smiled.

**Dustoff has posed:**
"Well, don't you look like slag..." He exhales sofftly, but doesn't even bother looking up from his datapad while Darkstar slinks in... There's a report to read! A new one. About a defeat.

He just sort of...takes his time, reading word by word, once...twice...making a few notes... Oh, yes, he's absolutely drawing this out.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Well, if Darkstar had expected the lovebots to pat him on the back and offer words of consolation he wouldn't exactly be the most attentive mech. "I've been worse off," the spacer responded with a chortle at Dustoff's comment, shrugging his pauldrons as he took another drag from his e-cig. "Was a good fight," he notes with a grin that he quickly stifles, once again fighting the urge to sound or appear in high spirits given the loss of Central Ibex. "Got ta' battle with Nightlash a bit, and \*finally\* met with Blurr on the field. I've been waiting to see what that one can do for a long...long time."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gave a silent chuckle to Dustoff, and started typing on the datapad with a huff. "Yes well.. Take base defence isn't as /easy/ as you'd thought before, hmmm?" He'd ask with a tilt of his head, but his optics not leaving the datapad.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff finally looks up. "Oh? An' how'd that go for ya... oh, wait," he chuckles and looks the mech over. "I can take a guess..." He pushes himself up and pours a few drinks. Three, to be precise, and passes one to Goth before carrying the other two towards where Darkstar's sitting... and just so show good faith, he sips from both before handing one to the spacer.

"We need t' talk...an' yer gonna listen. Deal?"

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar smirks at the medic and mechabat alike, enjoying at least the little bit of hazing. The spacer loved to dish it out, and one thing that a mech had to be able to do with such a disposition was take as good as he gave. "Never said it was easy... Just not as much \*fun\*. I guess I was wrong... When they bring their 'A-Team', or the odds are tilted in their favor at least." Did he just admit to being wrong about something? "Didn't see Phantom on my way back here. He \*did\* make it back, right?" That weapons malfunction looked pretty nasty after all. Not that the spacer really cared that much about his comrade's health, but one thing was for sure... Barely There had fought bravely.

    "Roger that, th' floor is yours, L.T." he'd offer with a wide yawns when Dustoff says he wants to chat with him, having withdrawn the e-cig from his mouth for a moment. Did Dustoff just pour drinks? Talk about a great way to get a mech's attention!

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth settled into his berth and thanked Dustoff for the drink, giving a soft thank you as he sipped at it, listening attentively, wondering just what Dustoff was going to say... A rather smug grin plastered on his face.

**Dustoff has posed:**
"Yer a hothead... works well on th' battlefield... but at th' same time, ya left an officer behind without makin' a plan. Y' see...that was one of my fellow Lieutenants..." He takes a sip of his own drink before working on hooking Darkstar up to the support equipment to begin treatment.

"Truth of it is...I thought 'bout killin' ya off, just...waitin' 'till ya wind up on th' medberth out cold an'...drainin' ya dry. But, eh...figure that's a waste of firepower. So...I got a better thought... get my fellow Lieutenant back, help it at least, an' if ya live an' succeed, then...well," he raises his glass in a toast. "All's forgiven."

He starts working. "But...if ya fail, or die...or both, then I'll personally deliver whatever's left of ya to th' slag pits...as cognizant an' aware as I can manage t' get ya so ya feel every moment as ya melt away."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar is a hothead, sometimes... The spacer grinned at that, taking it as the at least half-compliment that it was intended to be. "Yeah, I get it," he offers while being hooked up to the support equipment, and Dustoff explains his plan to murder him. That of course draws a laugh from the spacer, who wasn't terribly surprised by the revelation. "I see... L.T. I didn't think you had it in you." Listening further, Darkstar stared up at the ceiling and considered the medic's words carefully.

    Once Dustoff had finished speaking, Darkstar sat up on the medberth table and raised his own enerdrink filled cube. "Y'know, L.T... I was an officer once too," he tells the others, his optics flashing as he remembered the good old days in the 'Vanguard. "They taught us that sometimes we had to make certain calls that others wouldn't like. I told Soundwave as much... Lead our mechs into a trap, or hope Sky Lynx's honor would at least keep them alive long enough for us to put together a retrieval op."

    He'd look toward Goth for a moment, but only for a moment before Dustoff was given his full attention once more. "I like you, L.T... You cut through the scrap. You've got yourself a deal." With that, he'd hold his glass a bit higher for a moment, optics glued to the Lieutenant's... And then he drank.

**Goth has posed:**
     To say Goth was intrigued by this whole conversation was an understatement... He was watching his partner, as he often didn't get to see the "Decepticon" that had risen to Lieutenant rank among the Decepticon medical officers... All and all though? He was impressed, then again, his opinion is probably biased. He'd note Darkstar opticing him up though.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff nods and smiles. "Yeah...and ya know what? Doesn't matter which way it goes...I'll enjoy th' outcome, I'm sure." He raises his own glass, smirks, winks, and drains the drink in full before going back to working on the spacer. "Good talk... hopefully we ain't gotta have it again." He chuckles. "Eh, who am I kiddin'...we won't."

He straightens up a bit. "An' don't forget... th' medbay's my Empire... respect it or no one'll ever miss ya if ya don't make it out of here... That's a personal warnin'. Ya only get one of those as well."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar nods to Dustoff and grins broadly as the medic finishes up his word. "Of course, Lieutenant. We definitely won't have to have this talk again..." If Dustoff became a problem it would be easy enough to arrange an accident after all. "You have my respect," which is of course a very dangerous thing for one to gain when it came to the spacer. He took another drink, considering Goth again. If he did end up having to offline one of them he'd have to offline them both no doubt. The Decepticon began to laugh then.

    "\*My\* mechs... Here's to a sound understanding, and also of course to The Cause." This time he finished off the contents of his cube and set it aside before laying back for a bit of rest. E-cig back between his denta, he puffed it while staring at the ceiling. "So... Anyone here ever get Blurr's autograph before? Think it'd make a fine trophy someday."

**Goth has posed:**
     Darkstar likely had the right of it, if something happened to Dustoff? Goth would be there ripping mechs apart to find out who, what, why, and who's frames he'd need to pike on a stun staff outside Kaon's territory lines.Goth merely smirked and raised his cube slightly, still remaining eerily silent as he drank his own drink.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff has nothing more to say on the matter as he just gets Darkstar up and running proper. Or, at least as far along as he can get, all things considered... No shirking, slacking, or shortcuts, he does the job precisely as he's needing to.