1302/Slime Removal

Cast of Characters: | Blast Off, Swindle, Vortex, Dustoff, Goth, 135

**Goth has posed:**
     Having finished his Report, Goth, whose fur was still covered in undergrid debris, and had spray paint and organic /slime/ in his fur... Was finally free to start heading for the sanitation showers and just sighed.. He looked down at his innoprable arm that was still hanging limp and grumbled.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex comes in to check on Goth and pauses as he sees the paint and...slime. "Eww. What is that Goth?"

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
A familiar set of heavy pedes are heard before Sixshot makes his way into the medical bay. Currently he is reading a datapad saying, "Knew things were down there but whatever it is, hmm." The sixchanger looks up but doesn't comment on the beastmechs current state, "Vortex don't distract him. Let him relax before going over that."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth looks down at the slime, and then to Vortex and Sixshot and just snorts. "I suspect some sort of congealed digestive fluid that was injected into the gelatinous sac I described in my report." He'd explained.. He probably wasn't /smelling/ to well ether, between the sulfur, undergrid must, and wet fur (Thanks Blast Off).

      Goth would grab a nearby test tube, and hold it between his pede claws, taking a sample of some the slime still attached to him with his index claw and smeared it into the tube, followed by capping it with the cork he'd dug another claw into, before setting it to the side.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts "Ew it ate you thats nasty." he says. "You feeling any better? I dont want it orr nothing.."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot shakes his head at the rotor, "Well just means another thing to avoid while down there. If anyone wants the creature better to send better prepared or expendable. Too bad missed opportunity to be rid of Blurr but understand with everything else that was going on according to your report."

**Goth has posed:**
     "vortex, that's not how that works." He'd state flat tone like a teacher telling the kindergarnter that Brown cows don't make chocolate milk. "..Baah! thats right, forgot to mention was using Blurr as levrage to ensure they didn't /shoot/ us in the back, Blast Off was also walking with me." He'd grumble, shaking him helm before heading off the the showers.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"Kinda guessed it was that kind of situation. Was a wise move since you mentioned the crazy femme was there." , Sixshot replies as he finds a seat. Choosing best not to interrupt the medic anymore as he looks to Vortex, "Going straight to that. Almost sounds like Goth is about to educate you if they wanted."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pauses. "I do want to learn but I dont know if he wants to teach." he says.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot shrugs, "If thats what he chooses. We'll see if anyone in command wants to investigate again. All it gives to me is something that may or not be a challenge." He doesn't mention Shockwave probably wanting it for sure.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Last thing we needed is blasted Nightlash setting us all in fire!" He'd call back from the showers. "Was QUITE apparent she was claustrophobic as well, one wrong move and I'm sure he'd blown us all sky high." He'd chuff. "And I very much can teach you, as I /did/ live on a planet with organics." He'd call.

      Aaand he starts going into a speel how organic digestives systems and processes.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pauses. "Well when you're covered in slime you cant be set on fire. Thats a pretty good strategy."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex then pauses and ewws at Goth. "Nasty." he says, turning away. "Orgnaics are gross."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"Why agreed with what you did. That and digging you all out from the potential cave in." , Sixshot states not listening to Goths lecture, "Be foolish if anyone reprimands you for self preservation over living Autobots."

**Goth has posed:**
     "If you think /that/ is nasty, wait till you find out about their reproductive rituals!" He'd call before letting out a manic laugh, Goth was having a bit of fun, harassing the combaticons. "Hmph, should allow me to come with you Sixshot, quite adept at cave exploration in all surprise, alt mode is based off a creature that lives in caverns."

      "I hope so as well.. Blast Off /may/ be a bit irritated with me though." He'd chuckle as he comes from the showers, finally a clean and nice smelling bat! but he's still holding that limp arm of his.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"Let him be mad, he accepted the assignment even if he lodged complaints. They could have found another to go.", Sixshot puts away his datapad as he says this. Shaking his head, "Whoever thought sending a spacer should be who he's upset with. While I would accept that Goth."

**Goth has posed:**
     "I will admit, I too, am questioning /why/ they sent Blast Off of all bots with I, but.. Ah, I suppose it worked out in the end." He'd huff, taking a seat in his chair, and rolling himself over to a berth, dragging a medical cart with his working arm along with him. He would then get his limp arm onto the berth and start working away at repairing the damage with a tool in hand he keeps needing to adjust, thanks to his claws.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff steps his way into the medbay and just sort of glances at the gathering before shrugging a bit and venturing towards the readouts... Hrm, right. "So...how bad did ya mess up th' other mech, Goth?" He shuffles towards the bat and smirks a bit, taking a look at things. "Lessee what we got here..."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods to Dustoff as he ponders a bit, "Yes you got back though led to many more questions. Well can find if actually choose to. Right now other things to prioritize. Think time to find some supplies to hit and bring back."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth looks up hearing Dustoff, and the smile on his face grows a bit, he seems to be in a good mood. "Bah, was a boulder, can't slowly disassemble them slowly while their awake like one could another bot." He'd chuff. He'd sitting in a chair as he's basically using a med-berth as a desk, as he attempts to fix his crushed wing himself, (Which look to have also had their fuel lines damaged, but rerouted), he's gotten SOME work done but it's a long way from being done.. he's also struggling to keep the tool properly grasped in those weird shaped bat hands of his.

      There's also a test tube of /slime/ sat on the desk, from some sort of organic... There's also the lingering smell of sulfur. "I did, however, get /quite/ the amusement from grossing Blast Off out though, so, there was that." He'd chuckle, and tilted his helm. "....Hmph, besides the obvious injuries, I was once allowed to show my competence without my horrid luck getting in the way." He'd add with a spin of the tool in his tand, dropping it and grumbled, as he attempted to reach for it with his pede claws.

      "Ah? What do you mean Sixshot?" He'd chirp, glancing over before attempting to reach for the tool once more, only for his claws to knock it away and he just... grumbles, planting his helm on the berth in frustration and defeat.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff just casually takes over the work, giving a slight 'mmmhm' as he listens, but...first things first, he's focusing on the work to do for at least a moment. "Well, never know...ever seen a rock transform?" He chuckles at the notion... "Would be one horrible alt-mode, though..."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks to Goth, "The questions being like is the creature natural or not. You said it eats metal and not knowing organics can't say if thats natural. So is it just something just never seen before or alien. Leave that to the scientists." Stretching a bit he then adds, "While except for Swindles contributions not much has been brought in supply wise. Taking bases has proven useful but feel need to deny the Autobots something more besides lives."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off finally makes his way in, still limping slightly as he heads towards an empty medibay table and \*thwumps\* down on it heavily with a loud siiiigh. Thus he announces his presence, all you lucky people you. He's scuffed up, not to mention looking tired, and keeps rubbing at his new armor, some of which has been knocked loose. SIIIIGH.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth looks over at Dustoff as he just takes over, and lets out a thankful, and content chuff, he chuckles. "That very much would quite the sorry alt-mode... That coming from a beastformer.." He'd chuff. He then glanced to Sixshot and Ahhs. "Ah yes, there was chewed and eaten metal scattered about and given where the autobot was being kept, quite obvious the fluid inside was some sort of... Corrosive to break or soften such things." He'd add with a spin of his working hands wrist, as he remained still for Dustoff to repair his limp and crushed wing.

      He'd nod at Sixshot, now having a full grasp on what he was meaning. His ears twitch up as Blast Off stumbles in. "Ah, wondered when you would come in." He'd huff. "I posted the report."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff is working, so Blast Off is noted, but otherwise ignored, his focus remaining on the repairs underway to Goth's wing. Blast Off will just have to wait a bit... "If somethin' like that were native t' Cybertron, we'd prolly have found it by now thanks to th' hollowed out planet... unless it ain't a long-livin' thing, very rare, or jus'...newly evolved or somethin'. Can't imagine it'd've been hidden this long..." He frowns a bit at that. "An' 'sides...how many other organic things are livin' here?"

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
"That I'm aware of, none can think of off the top of my processor.", Sixshot tilts his held. Pulling out a flask he opens faceplate to take a drink, showing his scarred face for those that have yet to see it. Looking tobDustoff he adds, "All good points which np doubt someone will find a answer to."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off swings his purple rocket feet a bit impatiently before glancing over as Goth speaks. "I saw." As Dustoff continues a conversation, Blast Off interjects. "You haven't seen those worms before? They're big and.... nasty." He says, very scientifically. "And revolting. Not to mention hungry." Which then causes him to look around for some energon, because come to think of it, he IS hungry too. Which then means he's watching Sixshot take a drink.... longingly. Hmm, another mech with a mask... Blast Off is glad he doesn't have to hide scars... he's got other reasons to wear a mask.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff just sort of stares at Blast Off a moment. "...no, I ain't seen 'em before. Thought we established that." He frowns. "I'll...take a look at yer logic circuit durin' repairs. Make sure nothin' got rattled loose."

And with that, he's back working on Goth, just a few final touches really, and he steps back as he finishes. "You know th' drill...go easy 'till everythin's set proper, yeah?"

**Goth has posed:**
     "I'm not sure, I know where I came from, the planet was quite active with organic life in both flora and fauna." He'd muse, before looking to Blast Off. "Do enlighten us then, Blast Off, what /are/ those insects?" He'd question... Well, suppose that would explain to Blast off why Goth wasn't afraid of the organic goo!

      Goth would feel his arm (and wing) coming back online, actually able to move his fingers now he lets out a groan of pain, but hey, just means he can /feel/ the damn thing again. "Thank you love... Not having a working arm is quite the nuisance, haven't had to work on my own systems in sometime." He'd move his helm to kiss at Dustoff's jawline before settling his helm back down on the berth.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex winces. "So any way to get rid of them?" He asks. "Insects huh? Gross. How did they get there?"

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks around, "No need to exterminate unless they become a problem. What you found seems to have stayed in the Undergrid. So leave it there, observe, then destroy if necessary." Pointing to the two combaticons he adds, "Which means you two unless necessary are not going underground. Unless better equipped and no one better suited for such enviroments are unavailable."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off huffs at Dustoff, "Well excuuuuuse me, I just got here!" The shuttleformer crosses his arms and then looks to Goth. "Not insects. Some kind of... cave worm.... creature. Aggressive. ..."THere's a pause where he almost wants to say "we" but then remembers to say "I encountered these creatures down there before. They can be fought, but bring lots of firepower." Pause. "Or collapse the cave like Nightlash did, yes."

Then Vortex speaks up and the shuttle turns... "Vortex! I did not know you were here." When Sixshot points at him, the shuttle stiffens... then relaxes. "Sounds like an \*excellent\* idea to me." He is just fine with NOT going underground. "Can I take that as an order?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckles. "looks like you get to avoid going down below once more." He'd snort relaxing. "Hmph, indeed, sounds like we got lucky on getting out before it caught up to us." He'd muse as he tested his wing once more. "Indeed. Thank you once more." He'd smile at Dustoff, as he rolled his chair around to be away from the berth.

      "Aww but It's amusing to see Blast off react to organic exretions." He'd snort.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff shrugs. "Can we dig 'em an access tunnel t' Iacon?" He grins a bit at Goth before venturing over to where Blast Off's at to look the shuttle over a bit, muttering some. "Right then...let's get a proper look at things, hmm?" He pulls a fresh tray of tools and such over and sets to work.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chuckles. "That's not a bad idea." he comments, protectively watching Dustoff work on Blast Off. "Careful with him." He says.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot chuckles, "If you think can herd those things then someone can do that. But waste of time." He closes his faceplate as he continues, "You can take it as a order until anyone higher up says otherwise. Right now we're not here to handle pests, least not the bugs below. And we all know who the real pests are and while we have made progress it will not be enough." His eyes flash green for a moment, "Examples will be made as no need to further upset others."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off huffs at Goth again, "I fail to see what's so amusing about it!" He stews as Dustoff approaches, letting the medic do what he needs to to get repairs. He does lift an optic ridge at the Iacon remark. "Now that I would say is an \*excellent\* idea. \*I\* am not going to dig it, but surely there are those who would- and could." He waves a hand at Vortex, "I'm fine. In fact, I'm tougher than ever, thanks to this new armor! Though..." He wiggles a loose piece of it. "It got pretty smashed. But could have been worse!" As for what Sixshot says, Blast Off seems very pleased. "Yes, Sir!"

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff looks up at Blast Off as there's talk of him being fine, and then just presses a certain spot 'just so' on that wounded leg while turning off the pain inhibitors. "Just fine, eh?" He grins and gets back to work again, making sure to turn the inhibitors back on again.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth snorts and lets it dorp, just grossing his arms and leaning his chin on his uninjured arm, listening with a grin, Sixshot spoiling his fun! He won't let him know though. He'd hem. "Well, at least you didn't end up passed out again Blast Off."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot listens to the others and nods, "Things are going to get done though hard to question some things." Or least someone who hightailed from battle twice.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off suddenly yelps as Dustoff pokes that spot on his leg, nearly jumping off the table in surprise and pain. The shuttle spitters and huffs, then glares at the medic, but beyond clenched fists that eventually relax, he says little else. He also gives Goth an unamused little glare.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff is unphased by glares or otherwise and just dutifully works on Blast Off's wounds, humming faintly as he does so. "Gonna get ya proper here soon..." He nods curtly.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle walks into the repair bay in time to see Blast Off getting repaired again. "Oh my, what happened to you?" he asks his combatibro, "Need any more pillows?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth smirks at Dustoff and Blast Off, watching still. "Do inform me if you need anything." He'd call to Dustoff. He then also gives Blast off a smile... Which is probably unnerving given the bat's denta. His ears perk upward. "Ah, hello Swindle." He'd chirp. "Ah further more Dustoff there's a sample of the fluid substance on the desk if you wish to take a look at it."

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot is silent for a moment, "How soon do you both think can find a few things to improve my systems. Especially transformation and energy consumption. I do plan to further consult Scrapper but feel these upgrades need to happen. Luckily have not been stuck but coming so close to empty tanks has been a problem as well."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off sort of nods at Dustoff, allowing the medic to do his work. Never tick off the medics. Blast Off abides by this rule as much as possible, so he allows himself glares and whatnot but that's about it. When Swindle comes in, he turns to wave him off, saying, "No I'm FI-" He stops midsentence and eyes Dustoff, then turns back to Swindle. "Fine. More or less. No, no pillows, though..." He pauses to look over at Goth's toothy smile, "...a glass of wine would be nice right about now..."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff pats Blast Off's leg, right on that same spot again. "Yep, yer fine." And indeed it seems he is, and the medic is straightening up and moving back to his spot on the desk, settling into his chair and kicking his feet up proper to relax some.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth looks at Sixshot and then to Dustoff and back to Sixshot and hems in thought. "Energy consumption we may have something on as ah, my own systems used to be excessive when it came to their fuel usage." He'd muse, crossing one pede over the other. "However it would matter if it's the same issue I Was having or not." He'd tack on with a flexing of his index finger.

      "Hmm For transformation there's nothing /I/ am aware of." He'd glance to Dustoff to see if he had any ideas.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex watches the group "Fine, fine or Blast Off Fine?" he asks.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot nods to Goth, "Well if you believe it may work can try it for power. But let you evaluate it first. I just want to know what systems are at fault if I lock up. Know it will be hard cause not only can I shift fast but its rare for six different altmodes."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off tenses as Dustoff pats his leg, eying the medic... but finally relaxes a tiny bit when he heads off to his desk. "I'm simply FINE!," the shuttle insists with a small huff. "Like I said, armor made me tougher than ever!" He proceeds to check said armor and make sure it's all in place, more or less.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle greets the others. "No more pillows eh? Got just the right amount?" he says to Blast Off.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth lets out a noise. "Considering you get stuck as often as I get sat on /fire/ I suspect it will be easier to find which systems of yours are sticking verses my natural armor make up." He'd say in a higher pitched tone, but it was an assuring one, Goth would nod to Swindle and... "..Blast Off you never did return my pillow." and suddenly the bats teasings have a new context.

**Blast Off has posed:**
"No pillows!," Blast off repeats, sounding just a bit annoyed.... and then seems to reconsider. Pause. "...." He slowly reaches out towards Swindle. "Ok. ONE pillow." He'll happily take one if offered, then make his way out to the door. He stops as Goth calls for his own pillow. "I didn't? Oh. Right. I'll be sure to bring it by tomorrow!" He promises, then skedaddles.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chuckles. "You guys and your pillows. Why dont you have any x shaped pillows. You know. For rotors."