1344/Brobots

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Overlord had left long ago, and Blast Off had ferried a number of the Decepticons who'd come to the hidden deep space research facility back to Cybertron. The darkened halls where the infamous Sparkeater had dwelled for who knows how long, feasting upon the sparks of bots who no doubt lived out their final days in abject horror, were eerily quiet save for the heavy footfalls of one of the Decepticon Elites.

    Darkstar had remained behind to do what Darkstar often does when combat is not on the agenda. Overlord had ordered both Blast Off and himself to comb the facility for salvage, but only one of the two mechs had a transport bay large enough to ferry so many soldiers back to their homeworld.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth is one the last few in-line to be taken back, his ears folded back, he was still a traumatized mess, fur so out of place, standing on end, making him look larger than what he really was... He was just looking up at the stars around them and above.. He'd wanted to be one the first back, but.. well, Had to make things easier on Blast Off... He just wanted to get back to his lab and Dustoff.

      He'd let out a vent and look back to Darkstar. ".....Leave it to you, to still be an opportunist.." He'd gruse with a shaky tone.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar didn't look directly at Goth as he marched by the Mechabat while continuing his trek through the facility. "Complacence is the warrior's greatest foe," he'd reply cooly before coming to a halt before the corpse of a long deceased bot with that oh so eerie hole carved out of its chest. "The mind elevates mere fighting to glorious victory..." he continued while kneeling beside the corpse that he began to inspect by hand. The dead don't need things... He does.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth frowns as he hears Darkstar and vents a sigh, pushing himself up onto all fours as he walks over to Darkstar, and vents out tiredly. "What are you looking for?" He'd ask, looking down at the corpse, not the first, hell not even the 50th corpse he's seen, the hollow look on his face says that.. well mostly hollow, the fact this bot suffered death by the sparkeater was making him uneasy.

**Darkstar has posed:**
CRACK!

    The armor of the dead bot's wing kibble snapped after some serious effort, but snap it did as the Spacer removed a ram scoop. "Whatever's useful," Darkstar replies before turning the scoop over in his hands to look at it from all angles before he stowed the piece away in subspace. "Tell me you all do this as well after a battle?" he'd say then, turning the corpse over once more to give it another once over before leaving it be in order to move on to the next. "Grave robbin'... Takin' weapon systems, armor, an' so on from the fallen is common practice where I'm from."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Not an uncommon practice, yes, however we do have some standards to expect such." He'd chuff, and knit his ridges at that crack and bahs. "Also are a bit more delicate in doing such, damaging so many systems and wiring by using such brute force." He'd grumble. "Did no one show you how to properly scavenge things without possibly damaging them?" He'd grumble.

      "Can't risk installing faulty or broken equipment into someone." His ears fell back, looking over the corpse. "Bah, let me show you." he' wave a hand for Darkstar to show him what he would be attempting to remove next.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Standards... Like what?" Darkstar wondered. He still hadn't looked at Goth, being busy with the task at hand and generally speaking egotistical to the point of often neglecting to dignify others with his full attention. "...Not my first foray, Bat Bot. If ya' think you've got somethin' ta' add with your...'delicate touch' then feel free to join the party."

    Nudging the next corpse that looked like it had something useful in the form of an advanced engine piece that was likely a prototype given the smaller size with his foot, the Spacer crossed his arms and watched as Goth went to work. "'Sides... I ain't installin' this stuff direct. Gonna hafta break it down first, an' replace some o' the equipment ta' make it compatible with my advanced military-grade systems anyway." Still, he was interested to learn a better way regardless of whether or not he was willing to say so out loud.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth rolls his optics. "Yes, I've had over couple vorns of practice of being a scavenger, so I do actually have some expertise in this department.. That and I used to dismantle corpses on a regular basis." He'd huff as he moved to start removing the engine much more carefully, properly disconnecting such, using his claws to carefully break any seal made by gunk or properly forged or constructed sealants, using the tips of such to separate such. "Updating it, basically.. though by the looks this lot wasn't to far out of date." he'd muse as he worked.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar smirked, looking past the Mechabat to the work that he was doing instead. Why the smirk? Well, he was an extremely self-confident mech, and unlike most who might find themselves angered by others who displayed similar levels of near nacissistic self assurance he actually liked when there was a bit of push-back. "So this is what'cher \*really\* good at, huh? Knew there had ta' be a reason I...allegedly found ya' so useful." He chortled, shaking his head. "You an' I spent a lotta time ta'gether before, eh?"

    About his intentions for the equipment, Darkstar shrugged his pauldrons bemusedly. "Nah, it ain't exactly outta date. Probably better'n what I'm usin' right now, but'cha gotta realize that piece was made fer' a non-combat bot. Whenever I end up repurposin' it it's going to be given the military touch. Minor changes really...just enough tweaking though ta' make sure it can handle the extra combat stress."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth scoffs. "I am a scientist, and a gatherer of information." He'd chuff as he glanced up at Darkstar. "Hmph, you would tend to drag me out to places, and come to me to see if things you gathered where useful, more so after you carried around Fluoroantimonic unprotected and uncontained and it started eating through your subspace containment." he'd muse, remembering THAT debacle.

      "Indeed, propper armoring, but able to be repaired without needing a replacement, reinforcements." He'd muse as he looked over the part, and held it up to Darkstar.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar chuckles as the Bat mentions how he'd carried around something so corrosive that it began to eat through his subspace pocket. "That's hilarious... CLASSIC me," he mused, actually managing to appear proud of himself for having had the berrings to do something that idiotic. "So, obviously... The same substance you used on me durin' training? Got some notes that talk about usin' it fer' a rocket and grenades. Assumin' you an' I both got a lot of benefits from our...relationship."

    The Spacer reached out and took the part from the other Corporal, and held it before his optics to look it over more closely. Hmmm. Very nicely removed, everything intact, wiring detatched without any stripping, and no cracked casings he would have to replace later to boot. Not. Half. Bad. "Alright, Bat Bot. I get it," he says as he stores the part away into his subspace pocket. "Let's keep movin'... There's more for us ta' pick up in here, I'm sure."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Indeed, Dustoff and I modified a portion of it to specifically not eat through my unique armor typing, given I was forged off planet on an organic world, and from the spark of a titan as opposed to others here." he'd explain. "And well aware already unless you have something new to add, you did have a number of things you gave to me to work on, not just those missiles but a schematic for a type of grenades to match that of Prowl's insufferable prophex grenades." he'd grumble as he got up, flicking away some of the fluids from the corpse that was now on his claws.

      "Does not surprise me I find myself back in this position." He'd chuff.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar's optics flash at mention of Dustoff. Who was Dustoff? Darkstar didn't know, but perhaps he should make it a point to find out... "I used ta' work with Dustoff too?" he wonders before moving on. "The grenades an' all that stuff was in a few datapads I found in my bunk, yeah. No mention of Prowl though... So, he's a Decepti-err... He's an Autobot here? He played for our team where I'm from. Blasted good spec ops soldier. Died gloriously takin' down an entire weapons manufacturin' facility near-singlehandedly. His combat record was \*almost\* as impressive as mine," the Spacer offers stonefaced.

    "...Ta' be fair they tell me I've only been gone a little while. Millennia fer' me, but only what was it... A couple months for you? Basically jus' a standard long-range patrol's worth of time." That was still rather difficult to believe, but then again the entire scenario was no different.

    Moving to the next corpse, Darkstar began to sift through the dead bot's parts finding mostly scrap this time around. Still, scrap found here was scrap he didn't need to find elsewhere.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Hmmm once, to rescue Vortex and Blast OFf before you vanished, he is basically our Chief Medical officer, and Search and Rescue. Mostly made more work for him then anything." Goth chuffed, that and annoyed Dustoff! But he wasn't going to bring that up. "Indeed." He'd confirm.

      "Infact, before you vanished I'd asked you in regards to helping me in learning a new scope I'd aquired for targeting but, given your vanishing, I had to learn on my own." He'd add on.

      Goth kneeled down and pointed out to Darkstar how to safely remove the parts, telling him how to then allowing him to try.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar did as he was instructed, seeming to follow the instructions well enough considering his wide bredth of experience in performing similar tasks in the past albeit the 'wrong way' as Goth would call it. "Hah! Lookit that... I'm gonna be better at this than \*you\* soon enough," he says in that familiar self congratulatory fashion. "Oh yeah... You give good target data. I like that," Darkstar adds, remembering that he had been on the receiving end of some of those insights during their last foray against the Mimic's lab.

    "So... You an' I spent so much time together why is it you still don't measure up in training?" If Darkstar had any modesty at all it seemed to vanish in that instant. "...Hah! Just kiddin'! OBVIOUSLY I'm one of the best combatants, so I wouldn't have expected ya' to. You got a lotta tricks that're handy... Worth a mention at least." With that the Spacer moves to give the Mechabat a rough pat on the wing as he chortles and stands, ready to move on.

**Goth has posed:**
     "I doubt that, but miracles happen." Goth would sass with a smirk as he looked at Darkstar with amusement. He'd hem looking at Darkstar. "...Ahh, how to explain." He'd tap his claw again his face, he'd explained to him once before so... He'd just roll his optics at Darkstar.

      "I am not of this planet, as I explained, we were not at war, yes there was still warriors, gladiators for sport if you will, but nothing on the scale of you.. standard formers war arts.. I've merely been on this planet for a single Orbital-cycle, so, I've managed quite well for one not trained for years as a combatant, I'm more a shadow-lurker, as you saw in that fight with thee faker." He'd chuff, almost getting knocked forward from the patting and knitted his ridges.

**Darkstar has posed:**
Crouching beside another corpse, Darkstar went to work trying his best to perform the extraction steps the way that he was shown.

    "You're not from Cybertron? Heh... Weeeeird. Some kinda colonist then." That seemed to make the most sense. Clearly the Bat Bot was of the same species as he and the other Cybertronians. "Shadow lurker... Don't really like that kinda fightin' style, but to each 'is own I guess. Whatever works... Whatever gets you closer ta' glory," he'd note with a shrug.

    With Goth not being a 'trueborn warrior' it did dawn on the Spacer that the other Corporal could hold his own in a fight. Not every mech was forged with their intended purpose being combat first and foremost, and only a fool would deny respect to those who managed to perform adequately in a trade that was beyond their initial design. "Yeah... Must be why I decided ta' take ya' on as a training partner. Doubt I'd have wasted any time with ya' unless I saw...potential."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Not in the I was born here sense, after all we all did descend from this planet.. So, yes.. you could say that..." He'd murmur, colonest, yeah that was exactly it. He'd kneel down once more, and help in neatly removing the necessary object, explaining the technicalities as he did.

      "Hmph. Possibly, never did tell me exactly, but you did state that the stronger your partners, the stronger you get... " Goth made a face remembering how many times Darkstar offered his hand to him and mumbled. "well I more mean I hide in the shadows, and send targeting and coordinate data to most, as well as marks on where those hidden are, otherwise It's.. rather unwise for me to go into combat, but unfortunately such has become necessary."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Yeah, this Bat Bot from wherever he was from was useful. While he did not really consider any mech or femme to be truly a 'friend' given the general disposability of comrades in wartime and his own fixation on Self, he could certainly justify unemotional yet still 'close' relationships. That must have been it. Goth was an asset of the highest order.

    "That is a...decent function. I certainly approve of assistance for the glory of The Cause. I prefer single combat with a chosen enemy of above average combat capability, however that ain't always an option in objective based or large-scale engagements." Darkstar chortled as he removed the next component that would be useful on his 'project list'. "Glad ta' have ya... On the team, Bat Bot."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nods at that. "That very much tracks given our past combat endeavors, hmm If I recall were quite /burned/ about one of the autobot medics purposefully getting in your way." He'd muse, before glancing up at Darkstar and tilts his helm. "...Hm..Yes, glad to have you back as well."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar's optics flash at the mention of an Autobot 'medic' getting in his way. Yeah, he didn't seem to like the sound of that at all. "Is that so..." he trails for a moment, while inspecting the piece he and Goth had just retrieved from one of the other fallen bots within the deep space lab. "I dislike...to a great extent..." The Spacer seemed to be truly irritated, barely able to get the words out without growling. "...Non-combat oriented mechs messin' with my duels." Yep, a thousand years of experiences later and he was the same Darkstar at core.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Honestly she's been getting on everyone's nerves, specially with that damned new, armor eating weapon of her." He'd grumble as he worked on picking apart another corpse quite skillfully, removing what was useful, at least to him, if Darkstar needed anything he'd have to point it out, this point Goth's somewhat fallen back into his old routine of part scavenging, once more using it to show Darkstar how to do it without damaging things.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar snorts and waves a hand dismissively. "If she gets on MY nerves I will dedicate my existence to smashin' 'er every time I get..." Oh yeah, he really did not like this 'meddler' already. "If I cannot have an honor duel with a chosen foe then I will have no way ta' test myself against the BEST the enemy's got ta' offer." One of the Spacer's hands balled into a tight fist as he wondered. "This MEDIC..." he says the word with such disdain now. "...has a habit of meddling with my duels, or not?" If so her days were certainly numbered very very few. Darkstar's optics flashed crimson.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gives pause a moment in thought. "...Hrmm I can't recall if she's gotten in the way yet, but you have made note of her saying she'll do such... Was the medic you took captive when you attacked Sky Lynx, and thus lead to our prison being demolished when he as.. 'came back'" He'd explained, looking at Darkstar, holding up the part to him.

**Darkstar has posed:**
Not yet, huh? Well then...

    "Ah yeah... I heard about that. They say I used ta' tell stories of defeatin' 'im all the time before," Darkstar replies thoughtfully, a chuckle flowing from him after a moment. "Can't blame m'self fer' that. He ain't no slouch, that one. I've tried time an' time again ta' fight 'im, and it never goes quite how I want." Shaking his head, the Spacer was grinning fondly. "...But he ain't just a memory in this reality, is he? Got me another chance ta' make good on my goal." That was perhaps the best news this now-Decepticon could have possibly received.

    Immediately his optics flashed again as he reconsidered the Autobot medic. Storing the part into his subspace pocket again he rose and moved onward to the last corpse in the area. "What's 'er name?" He'd be researching her soon, that much was for certain regardless.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Just don't lure Sky Lynx to Kaon again." He'd chuff with a half-lidded, long-suffering expression. "Quite low on supplies as is, and we only recently both got the old mining facility, and Clemency under our control to start replenishing such, wouldn't be surprised if corpse scavenging like this starts becoming a norm after combat." He'd add on with a nod as he checked the fuel tank of the corpse.

      He'd then look up at Darkstar. "Starlock." He'd answer.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar kicks over the final corpse, exposing its sparkless chest cavity before he kneels down beside the unfortunate soul. "I lured 'im ta' Kaon? I thought we fought in space or somethin'..." That's what he had HEARD anyway. Regardless the Spacer went to work on the last of their scavenging marks under Goth's watchful optics.

    "It should have always been. Maybe it's stuff like this that's the reason in my...\*other\* reality," still weird "...we managed ta' pull ahead enough ta' force an armistice outta the Cons, an' get 'em ta' offer surrender through amnesty an' new elections."

    Starlock. He'd remember that name... "Will keep my optics on 'er. I don't wanna trash a medic. Blasted beneath me ta' do so 'less they're more warrior than support." But he will. His honor duels mattered almost as much to him as The Cause itself.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Well what had happened is you left the beast-former floating in space, and took the medic, Starlock, captive, but he wasn't totally offline, so, he eventually returned and rescued her, thus leaving Kaon's prison partly destroyed." He'd explain a bit more in detail with a ponting of his finger, before hemming.

      "...Well, now that would be quite the ideal situation, but it seems here, we're headed for quite the total destruction if you've noticed the state of the planet thus far if you've looked around..." He'd nod as he took a cloth form his subspace, starting to clean the gore from his hands.

      "Hmph you'll see for yourself if you ever encounter her in combat, I've never encountered her myself, so I honestly cannot say, but Sixshot, Ravage, and Scrapper have, so they might be able to give you a bit more information."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar chuckles at something that Goth had said in response to his comments about the Cybertron armistice in which the Autobots sued for peaceful elections to end the war. Yes, the enemy was indeed the Autobots at that time... They'd become the Decepticons later, stealing the likeness from the Supreme Chancellor and the rest of the 'good guys' out of spiteful irony. It was getting more and more difficult to keep things straight... Again, Darkstar was a Decepticon, as he had been once before he'd turned Autobot in the alternate reality, and was now yet again just as he was BEFORE he'd initially served as one in the alternate reality. Phew! "The war started up again anyway..."

    Having removed the final component that he required, Darkstar stood and rolled his pauldroned shoulders. "Nah, I'll see what she does an' deal with her then. 'Prolly just study her file for now, an' keep from puttin' too much stock inta' anything unless she decides ta' overstep 'er bounds." Yeah, he wasn't going to lose recharge over the possibility of an Autobot interfering with his duels. It wouldn't be the first time, it won't be the last. In the end the Spacer only really cared if it became a nuisance.

    "Call Blast Off for pickup. We'll gather the rest o' these husks over there..." Darkstar pointed to a nearby corner closest to the exit. "Got what I needed, so naturally the rest will be work fer' Major Scrapper ta' sort through at HQ."

**Goth has posed:**
     "...Hmph, doesn't surprise me." He'd say almost sardonically, and let out a sigh. "Here I was hoping one day Dustoff and I could just merely enjoy living our days in a much more peaceful environment." He'd chuckle as if joking, though he did slightly feel like he'd been kidding himself with that thought.

      "Scrapper and Dustoff actually, quite sure he'd like to go through them as well, see if he can't find anything he can't repurpose." He'd nod. "Often help him in going over corpses when we do get them." He'd then click on his radio, asking for Blast Off's ETA.