1059/Goods and Services

**Dustoff has posed:**
Well, after such a long...hiatus, the repair bay is suddenly needed again because apparently some mechs just can't learn how to dodge. Or...something to that effect.

Dustoff is there, ready and waiting, his drink of choice already poured into a glass that he's casually sipping from as he waits for the rush...a glance going to the clock nearby. "Three...two...

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth, for once in his life, despite still being on fire, in a great amount of pain from it melting his armor... Is not only just NOT the worse off, but looks /extremely/ proud, grinning audial to audial, he looks tired, but he's grinning, and makes his way to his normal medical Berth, collapsing onto it with a faint chuckle.

      "Stabilized Blast Off and got him into his Robot mode.. Heh... He'll be the one most worse off."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught shuffles into the medbay, moving slowly and painfully. He waves off any assistance that might be offered to him in favor of taking a position near where Blast Off is being worked on. "How bad is he?" he asks, with the air of someone who both does and doesn't want the answer.

**Dustoff has posed:**
"An'...one..." He watches Goth wander in, then looks towards Blast Off getting brought (dragged?) in...and then Onslaught as well. Yep...time to work. His first stop is Goth's berth, and he plugs in and activates the fire supressant systems to at least get rid of the burning before venturing over to Blast Off and getting the downed Combaticon hooked up so he can start work.

"So...guessin' we won this one, eh?" He picks up a shattered piece of Blast Off armor and just...blinks. "Huh...well then...congratulations." He chuckles softly and continues his work. "So...what's th' next step...."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off is still offlined, optics gray, which could actually make deciding where his optics are a challenge given that his whole masked face is pretty much gray, too. Enough that even animators in a far off place in the future might get confused. Eyes? Forehead visor? Cyclops? Who knows, just put something down and at least one thing will eventually be right!

**Goth has posed:**
     "Yes, Yes we did, not only just right in front of their leaders face, but Blast Off set both the defences, and Prowl on fire." he'd grin, starting to chuckle again, before it settled, letting out a sigh of relief, and a purr once the suppressants take effect, soothing the embers caused by a familiar type of grenades.

      "...I suspect Buzzsaw will be leaving the report to me." He'd chuff.

**Brawl has posed:**
"SO WHO DO I SLAG THIS TIME!?," Brawl yells out as he holds back fom pushing into medical. The tankmech is carrying it a crate of bottles. Where he got them prob obvious to few. Stopping when he spots Ons but says nothing as he looks from his boss to the downed shuttleformer.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught chuffs. "We took South Ibex, yes," he says, sounding distractedly pleased by the fact. "While Prime was there, in fact. I doubt we did him much damage, but hopefully the fact that we took their territory out from under them will wound him more." He looks over at Blast Off, his optics taking on a proud glow. "Prowl's wounds, one prays, will pain him more literally rather than figuratively."

Onslaught nods approval as he spots Brawl with the box of bottles. "Prime," he says. "And Prowl, consider them moved to the top of the Revenge Roster. Thank you for bringing the wine, Brawl."

**Dustoff has posed:**
"Hmm...well, guess we'll jus' have t' see, won't we..." He pulls another broken and battered piece of Blast Off out of the shuttle's internals and frowns. "Slaggin' mess...."

He ignores Brawl, moving to the locker o' supplies and pulling out a bin labeled 'Blast Off'. Scrawled underneath rather comically 'Everything you need to build a new Combaticon shuttle.'

Bringing the parts bin over, he starts working on getting new parts in. "So...ya ever given thought... if I change everythin' in Blast Off an' nothin' 'original' remains...is it still Blast Off? Or is it a new mech entirely?" He chuckles softly, pointedly ignoring Brawl's entrance. The others can field that one.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught grunts, the sound very Brawl-like. "He'd still be the same to me," he says, the faintest hint of a growl in his voice. He pauses, shifting in his seat. "You can repair, him, correct? How bad is the damage? Does he require repairs that extensive?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckled at Dustoff, and just relaxed there on the medical berth, letting Dustoff tend to Blast Off, and Onslaught to handle the enraged Brawl. "Technically, Prime /and/ Prowl." He'd state, lifting a claw.

      "And Yes, I do hope those burns cause him /quite/ the most egregious amount of suffering possible." He'd huff, a grin still on his face as he lets his hand (and wing) drop to hang off the side of the berth.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl emits a rumble from his engine, "Smash dem later." He looks for a spot to set the crate. Looking to Dust Off he says, "Bah long as he acts the same whats it matter if he looks different?"

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff pauses his work and just shoots Onslaught a look of 'you're kidding me, right?' before he carries on putting Blast Off back together again. "Th' damage is...well, prolly lucky Prime didn' aim right at th' spark casin', but he'll fly again. I jus' keep a lot o' parts specific t' certain mechs in a bin so it's easy t' get 'em all put back t'gether again..."

He starts working on rewiring a few things, routing some lines, and a few other odds and ends. "Though, I'll charge extra if I ever gotta rebuild 'im from scratch."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught flinches at the idea of Blast Off's spark casing being hit. "...good, good," he says, trying to maintain his calm. "That seems like a very efficient way of doing things. Brawl, if you don't mind, I'd like one of those bottles, please?" He chuckles, the sound a bit ragged. "I'll pay it, you don't have to worry about that, Dustoff, I assure you. I'd pay it for any of my team."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl nods after placing the crate down, avoiding the medical equipment. Grabbing a bottle he passes it to Onslaught saying, "So big red and blue finally back on da field. He'll get slagged and Blast will get fixed." The tankmech does not grab a bottle yet as he looks to the shuttleformer on the berth.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuffed out once more, and chuckled knowingly at Dustoff's look to Onslaught, and shook his helm, closing his optics for a moment to rest, deep in his own thoughts for a moment as he recalled the battle in his mind. "Going to make for quite thee.. interesting, report."

**Blast Off has posed:**
There's a flicker in the gray optics, a faint violet light that starts to glow, and Blast Off's frame starts to hum as fuel runs through circuits and pieces start to reconnect with one another as Dustoff does his work. The shuttle groans softly, starting to stir.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff hmms... "An' there we go..." He watches Blast Off's reactions a moment before carrying on with the internal rewirings... and once he's at a point he deems satisfactory, he starts buttoning up the armor plating (and outright replacing the pieces blasted through by Prime's laser).

And then Onslaught's remark catches up to him and he blinks, glancing at the Combaticon lead. "Pay...fer?" He looks at Brawl, then the bottles moving around. "Oh...y' actually brought drinks, eh? Heh...good mech..."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods to Brawl, taking the bottle. "Indeed," he says. "We'll slag them for this. And chances are we'll get the opportunity soon, since they'll want the Southern Ibex defenses back." He pauses long enough to pour some of the wine into his tank. "They won't get it, not if I have anything to say about it." He drinks more wine, brooding as he does.

And then Blast Off groans and all thoughts of strategies for holding the SID and revenge against the Autobots are muted for the moment. "Blast Off?" he says, but doesn't move from his spot. "Dustoff? Is he..."

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl nods to Dustoff, "Said I would since missed the fight, least do somethin." Listening to Onslaught he slams his fists together, "If ya want I'll man da defences till opportunity."

 As the shuttleformer makes a sound he adds, "Back from stasis bro?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth lets out a chuckle. "Polite Medical bay guests? Oh my." He'd chuckle, clearly joking, but man.. Compared to what they were handling before? It was definitely a step up. He'd wait for Blast Off to be fully online before saying anything.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off's optics finally flicker fully online, albiet a bit pale still. He sees someone looming over him and tenses- but then realizes it's Dustoff. Oh. Whew. The shuttleformer vents a sigh of relief. The \*last\* time he woke up like this it was in an Autobot prison. He hears Brawl speak and looks over at the tank, bringing a hand up to 1- make sure he's not restrained, good, and 2- rub at his aching forehead a bit. He sounds a bit creaky as he does so. "...Yes, it... appears so. I...."

His face pinches some and he turns to look and see who else is there. As soon as he spots Onslaught, his optics brighten and he fully relaxes. "Onslaught." He smiles under the faceplate, assuming it's still on. The shuttleformer sounds relieved. Then he blinks. "Onslaught, did you \*zkt\* see me? The flamethrower \*worked\*!"

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff nods to Onslaught. "Aye, he's comin' to." He leaves Blast Off to recovery and moves over to take a look at Goth. Though, to be fair...at this point working on Goth is also something that's remarkably familiar, and he starts working pretty much straight-away.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught's posture straightens as Blast Off begins speaking -- apparently, slouching is a sign of tension in the Combaticon leader. "I missed seeing you hit the slagger, but I saw the results, Blast Off," he says. "It was most impressive. The only thing more impressive was seeing you face Prime himself and survive the encounter."

Onslaught chuckles at Goth. "I've never found it to be wise to anger those who known how your internal components work," he says, standing up and limping toward Blast Off's medical berth. "Or those of the ones you care about."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was quite calm with Dustoff repairing him, relaxing there as his partner worked on him, she'd open an optic up at him and even smiled. "Hello Love." He was rather content and glanced over for a moment to Onslaught and chuckled. "A smart bot." he'd purr.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl glances to Goth and chuckles, "Saving dat for the bots." , he pulls a bottle from the crate and takes a drink. His optics shifting to BO as the shuttleformer has yet notice the vintage inside the box.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Onslaught's praise makes the shuttle beam at him, optics shining. He tries to nod, then just replies, "Your training at work. Prowl and Prime both hit me hard, but not before I finally gave that second in command a dose of his own repair programs! It was \*glorious\*!" He looks around the room and spots Goth. "Wasn't it?" He grins. At the moment he's still focused on his moment of glory- and Ons' praise- and hasn't noticed any wine. Yet.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex comes into the repair bay once he hears hsi brothers are here and runs. "Blast Off? Is he.." he heads immediately to his brother's side.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught reaches over and takes Blast Off's hand. "It was, indeed," he says. "Would you like some wine? I had Brawl bring some choice selections from the shop -- in fact, Dust Off, please, help yourself to whatever you'd enjoy." He looks over as Vortex enters. "He's awake, he's talking."

**Goth has posed:**
     "It was glorious" He'd start cackling madly again before catching himself, and sniffing it out to at least a mad grin. Once Dustoff had finished repairs, and allowed him to sit up, Goth would shamelessly smooch the medic before laying himself back down. "OH yes, we also took control of the outpost there... But I do admit the fire did steal the show~" He'd chuckle.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off is pleased to see Vortex come into the medibay, too. "I'm... awake, yeah." He looks back to Onslaught, wanting to reach over and hold his hand, but he's too weak- and unsure- to take it. Happily for him, Onslaught takes \*his\* hand, causing the shuttleformer to beam back up at his Commander. He gives Ons' hand a weak squeeze, smiling. Goth gets a glance, "So we \*won\*? Excellent." Then... "Wine? Certainly, some wine would... be..." He looks over to where Brawl has the crate. "How... \*much\* wine did you bring?" Now he's hovering on the edge of /worried/. "That's not... the /good/ stuff, is it?"

**Brawl has posed:**
"Though the bots won't be if get a opportunity." , Brawl adds even if obvious will be hard to stomp a Prime. He takes another swig before looking to BO, "Enough." course the shuttleformer can tell how much good dtuff is in the crate.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods to Brawl. "Indeed," he says. "I take full responsibility, Blast Off. I asked Brawl to bring us a selection as Dustoff mentioned his supply was getting low. I figured we should do what we could to keep in the Medbay's good graces."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth let out a huff as he relaxed against the berth. "Ahhh Dustoff is not much a wine mech, more a spirits kind." He'd respond, because, of course /he/ knew, while he enjoyed wines, he very much understood where Dustoff would rather the stronger stuff. "Suppose I should start working on the report."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex noses his way in but is trying not to get between Onslaught and Blast Off. "You doin ok? Im sorry I couldnt be there to get you out. You need anything?" hes a knot of barely controlled energy.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Offs face pinches more as he scrutinizes Brawl and that box over there. "Is that the good Orion Three Orchards? If it is..." he starts sounding like he's about to state a warning, but he gets distracted by Onslaught. "Oh." He falls silent at that, looking uneasily from Onslaught to Brawl to the box to the medics. "I see." Hmmm. He looks over to Goth. "To each his own, I suppose. Still, that was quite generous of..." His expression twists in an ironic sort of bemusement, "...me."

He looks up to Vortex and lets out a soft chuff, "I'm ...alright. I'd take waking up to this over waking up to that \*last\* time with the Autobots, right?"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught lets Vortex get in close, though he doesn't let go of Blast Off's hand as he moves to allow Vortex space to get in. "I'll reimburse you, Blast Off, I promise," he says, then chuckles. "Of course, I doubt Brawl could have done any more damage than Swindle likely did while you were captured by the Autobots. I mean, have you done inventory since you've been back?"

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl looks down at the crate and pulls out a bottle of what the shuttleformer just named, You mean this? ", he passes it to Onslaught to hand over to his brother, " While don't worry made sure to use the key this time, backdoor. "

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth merely chuckled, and huffed a vent as he carefully got himself up, attempting to not rip out the energon drop as he made his way over to his desk and picked up a datapad, and carefully made his way back over, and onto the berth, laying back as he started typing, a smile on his face.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex 's empty rotor assembly spins with a grind as he moves in. "So, we won right? I mean.. we're doing better. We can set them on fire back."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off squeezes Onslaught's hand again, then curls closer to Onslaught and Vortex, nestling the side of his helm on Onslaught's arm. At this moment, he doesn't care if he seems a bit... demonstrative. Heck, Brawl, come over here and he'd curl close to you, too. Even if you DID bring the good stuff! "It's... alright, I'll..." His optic ridges furrow down. "Oh, Primus. I \*haven't\*, not entirely. I started but then... things got..." He gives Onslaught a slightly furtive look, "...busy." \*cough\* Certain /truck/ distractions and all.

He glances back towards Brawl and nods. "That's... good to hear. Thank you." He also looks over as Goth prepares to write a report and smiles as well. "Be sure to... no, I don't have to tell you, I \*know\* you're going to put the important stuff in." He actually laughs, then turns to Tex. "Fire? Yes, we brought the FIRE. And I'll bring it \*again\*!"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught chuckles, taking the bottle from Brawl and passing it to Blast Off, with a nod of thanks to the tankformer. "We can set them on fire \*again\*," he says. "Blast Off used his flamethrowers against Prowl." He chuckles again. "If you'd like, Blast Off, I can assist you with the inventory. I've been wondering how you manage it and I'd be willing to help you set up a spreadsheet to track things -- might be the best way to help curtail losses."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar slides into the medical bay after hearing some whisperings about a successful assault on the southern region of Ibex. A slow clap announced his entrance. Clap. Clap. Clap. There were no words for the moment however, just the obvious sign of respect in the form of a slow-clap before the spacer took up a position near the entrance where he leaned casually against the wall with arms crossed and e-cig lit and emitting white smoke.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl raises his bottle, "Well to burning bots and taking places." The tankmech finishes the bottle before saying, " I ain't missing the next fight. "

**Goth has posed:**
     "Oh Blast Off, please, I'd attach a video file if I knew we'd not get yelled at for putting unrelated things in reports." He'd laugh madly again, settling himself down as he wrote on the Datapad. "I'd /love/ to see Prowl set on fire once more as well." He'd chuckle.

      His ear twitched over on hearing Darkstar enter the room, but that oddly did not put a damper on the Mech-bats good mood.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught's optics brighten. '...you have video of Blast Off setting Prowl on fire?" he asks. "If so, can I get a copy? And count me in as being very much in favor of seeing Prowl burn once more."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off happily accepts the wine from Onslaught and again beams up at him. There's even the faintest hint of a blush to what is visible of his cheeks. "I'd... really like that, yes. In fact, I was wondering..." His voice trails off as clapping is heard, and the shuttleformer turns his head to see Darkstar enter the room. He gives the other spacer a largely neutral look, one optic ridge lifted in query. "Come to join in the celebration?" Blast Off lies on a medibay table, large parts of his body newly repaired, his armor still not looking totally normal. He's curled close to Onslaught and Vortex who stand by his bedside.

Blast Off laughs again at Goth's comment, a weak chortle but it's more mirth than the shuttleformer normally shows. "Yes..." He says after Onslaught speaks, "I'd very much like that, too."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Prowl set on fire, huh? Darkstar was intrigued... The Decepticon assault spacer's chin lifted slightly at the thought, and the thought produced a grin. Oh how he could picture the Autobot writhing around on the ground, flames nipping the air above him as he screamed bloody horror into the night. Hahahahah! "How'd that happen?" he'd offer to the group then, having missed that bit in the not yet existent report or the rumor mill that had initially alerted him to this little post-battle medbay rendezvour.

    As soon as he'd asked the question was answered by Onslaught. So, Blast Off has a new ability...or weapon perhaps? Darkstar's optics flashed at the thought of new competition, his grin growing ever larger. "Naturally... One has to support his fellows in victory after all," noted the spacer, whose tone suggested that maybe that was not his only purpose for joining the group...maybe.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Of course Blast Off did it, he's awesome." He says. He looks to Onslaught and Blast Off and nods. "You two are just . So...." He chuckles and moves away giving them space. "Im gonna go stare at the box of rotors again." and he flits across the room to do just that.

**Goth has posed:**
     Both Blast Off and Onslaught would receive a email in their inboxes as goth paused his report and flicks a few things on the datapad. He to way laid up on a berth with fresh repairs from obvious fire damage.. Which was always very apparent when it happened to the Bat Bot. "Oh yes, should mention Prime was there." He'd herm, as he went to continue his report.

**Blast Off has posed:**
"Of course," Blast Off replies to Darkstar, "And if you'd like to spar sometime I can show you my new 'toy'. You helped me build it, after all." Those tubes came in handy! He reaches his spare hand to brush fingers across Tex's hand as the rotary scoots away, then settles his head back on Onslaught's wide arm. "I \*am\*." He agrees with Tex's assessment, naturally. Though thinking upon it, he looks up to Onslaught and adds, "...\*We\* are." When he checks his messages later he'll be playing that video over and over again.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods, watching as Vortex goes over to the box. "..Goth, any word on when Vortex can have those installed?" he asks, squeezing Blast Off's hand. "I'd like to have my team back up to full fighting shape soon as possible."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Goth... That's a mech who knew just how to serenade without uttering a single verse. Mention Optimus Prime is back in town, and see the Darkstar come running. "\*PRIME\*..." It was difficult for him to conceal his excitement, which he was actually trying to do to at least some extent. Sky Lynx was still number one on the list of mechs he wanted to defeat in battle, Optimus Prime though was without a doubt the undisputed number two on his list. "So, after all of this time in hiding he's finally crawled out from under his rock."

    A glance follows Vortex to the box of rotors, and the mech smirked at the sight. Heli-Bot was something else... Weirdo to the core, but oh did he have his moments of just the right amount of sadism and masochism to be worth associating with on a semi-regular basis. The beeping of a report received distracts Darkstar for a moment, and the mech looks down as he retrieves his datapad from a subspace pocket. "Hmmm... The five of you against the two of them..." Ridges narrowing slightly, the grin remained as the spacer continued to read the report.

    Blast Off's offer has Darkstar looking up again, and after a moment the datapad was returned to its resting place. "Sounds like a plan to me, L.T. No point in helping you make a new toy if you're not gonna use it on me in the sims," the space-alt chortles before his mind quickly wanders, already thinking about facing the Autobot leader in battle. So distracted was Darkstar by his thoughts of glory in fact that he hadn't even made any comments regarding the coziness shared by Blast Off and Onslaught.

**Brawl has posed:**
Brawl ofcourse is the only combaticon not getting close to the others, "Back to practice before hauling guns to Ibex. Bet Swindle can find better ones." The tankmech makes his way out, leaving the crate behind.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Soon, I had intended to do it the other Lunar-cycle, but, well, things goti n the way." He'd nod and huff. "Once I'm recovered enough to work, I will do so... Do apologize about that Vortex." He'd nod, only to be taken-aback by Darkstar's exclamation and excitement.... Oh boy, he could recognize what the spacer was thinking.. Perhaps better thep rime then Sky Lynx, who can wreck their structures.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex tilts his head. "Its ok, I just have to check on them now and then. Make sure they're still there and all. I'd like to be back in the skies soon myself. I miss the feel of the wind in my rotors." he then flits right back over to his Brothers, dragging his box of rotors along with him like a protoform with a security tarp. "Sorry I had to go check on them. He perches on the box like a weird little gargoyle, watching Darkstar out of the corner of his crimson optic band.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off grins at Darkstar, "It's a date." There's a moment before he blinks, then looks at Onslaught, "Not a... " Blink. Ahem. He settles back in to just watching Vortex. "..not an actual...Um...You know." Cough. "It's a... fight." Yes, he should... stop while he's already behind.

His expression turns a bit more concerned as he thinks about the rotary. "He \*really\* needs to get those back. Soon." Looking to Goth, he adds, "If I can help in any way, let me know." As Tex comes back, he reaches the spare hand out to him.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught chuckles, squeezing Blast Off's hand. "I know," he says to Blast Off. "Though, I'd ask you to wait until you're fully repaired."

As Vortex does his gargoyle pose on top of his rotors box. "Vortex, have you refueled recently?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pauses. "Oh, I dont need fuel Im fine." he says as he reaches for Blast Off's hand, holding it tightly. "Im not relaly hungry. Can't expend energy like I normally do right?" he bounces a bit on his box. "Im fine. Fine fine. Just fine." he babbles.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar barks a laugh when Blast Off trips over his comment, snapping his attention back to the present moment. "Oh c'mon, L.T. I think everyone here knows you're not my type... Despite how \*hot\* you've become of late." An optic winks in and out of illumination then, and his gaze travels from mech to mech within the medical bay in turn. Perhaps if your name was 'Glory' then quickly to wed would they surely be, alas...

    "So, what did you learn about Optimus Prime when you faced him in the field? The report is...lacking in this area," he'd go on curiously, head canting to the left as a plume of white smoke vented to form a halo above his helm.

    "Is that why you haven't been in the field lately?" This question asked rhetorically of Vortex, who the spacer had caught optic-banding him. "With rotors in hand," he adds. "Perfect timing. I'm sure we'll have our hands more than full in the coming days... Right Major?" Again, Darkstar couldn't help looking far more excited than the tone he was attempting to project.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Once more, soon, something one of us medically trained should do, to avoid mistakes." He'd reply with a nod, setting the datapad aside and yawning. "Mmmph, he has some type of blaster from what I saw, quite strong, he came in late into the battle, but did enough damage in a single shot to down Blast off, who'd already take damage from Prowl." He'd report, thinking.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods to Goth. "Understood," he says, then turns his attention back to Vortex. "We brought wine, would you like some wine?" Granted, not the best way to refuel Vortex but better than the absolutely nothing Vortex has likely been eating.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex looks to Darkstar. "Are you saying I've been avoiding the field? You saying Im a coward? Cause I can fight. Rotors or not, I can still kick your..." he looks to Onslaught. "Oh Yes. Wine. Yes please." he says, his attention span shorter than normal.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off huffs softly at Darkstar's comment, then blinks at the 'hot' comment. The shuttleformer glances away, flustered, vents hiccuping. Goth provides a nice distraction. "He had an ion blaster, much like my own. I should know my own weapon type, after all, even when I'm the target," he informs the others. "Scrambles one's electrical systems- just like my own ionic blaster." Turning focus back to Vortex, he looks him in the optics, still holding hands. "You \*must\* drink something, Vortex." He'd help get him a glass of wine if he could but 1- lying on his back, still and 2- his hands all seem to be occupied. \*ahem\*

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar nods, optics flashing again when Goth notes that Blast Off had been downed by the Autobot leader's blaster and the Lieutenant himself happens to mention that it was similar to his own weapon. "How badly damaged were you before you went down, and what other effects did you experience? I'm going to put that mech on 'is aft I'd like to know what I'm going to be going up against," the spacer offers with a chuckle. Just like he did with Sky Lynx. "You two...really need to get a room by the way." Finally!

    "Kick my what?" Darkstar asks Vortex with a laugh, as the combaticon is quickly distracted by alcohol as usual. "You most certainly are no \*coward\*, Vortex... Sans cucumbers anyway."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught offers Vortex some of his bottle of wine. "Here," he says, holding out the bottle. "Drink this. We'll get you somethign more substantial later." To Darkstar: "Vortex has been on the recovery list. As you can see, he's still waiting for his rotors to be replaced. But, soon enough he'll be back in the field giving the Autobots hell." He grunts and chuckles at Darkstar. "Indeed. They're going to want the SID back. We'll need to make sure they can't retake it. Or that they waste resources and manpower in the attempt."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex lifts his mask slightly, and does a disappearing trick. Now you see booze, now you don't. The rotary purrs as he hands the bottle back. "Sorry I left you like a little. I meant to leave more but..." he says. "I dont know what was I kicking? I got distracted." He nods. "Damn right Im no coward. I can kick aft now, rotors or not."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth Ahs. "I'd thought so, I just didn't want to commit encase I was wrong, I thought the signatures where similar." He'd nod. "Vorteex, listen to them and refuel, you need it after the whole prison incident." He'd huff, scolding the rotary gently, nodding as he watched Vortex, and closed his optics, starting to drift into recharge.

**Blast Off has posed:**
"Prowl's missiles did quite a number on me, given that they were rather close." Given that he'd gotten more 'up close and personal' than normal. "The base weaponry damaged my armor as soon as I flew in, Prowl's shot hit home, and then Optimus Prime shot me dead center before I could fly out of range." Pause. He glances to Goth, "...Still worth it."

Blast Off then flinches as Darkstar tells them to 'get a room', staring at the spacer and then up at Onslaught... he doesn't seem to care. Or... given how \*cough\* DENSE Onslaught had been on Blast Off's crush all this time... possibly just clueless. \*sigh\* Blast Off, on the other hand, does know the 'saying' and just \*glares\* at Darkstar. He tries to withdraw his hands, curling in on himself with a huff. "Vortex is no coward, can confirm," he'd mutter.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught holds up the bottle and stares into it. "...that's quite all right, Vortex," he says. "Goth has a point, would you like another bottle?" He pointedly doesn't say 'of wine', naturally. Gotta refuel the chopper somehow...

Onslaught looks over at Darkstar at the 'get a room' comment. "We will, once Blast Off's cleared from the recovery list," he says. "The medbay is a good place to get repaired, but sleeping here? I've been on battlefields that were easier to sleep on." He looks at Goth. "..er..no offense. It's not a comment on you or your profession. More on the circumstances. The beeping of the monitors and such."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar grins and looks to the combaticon commander, nodding firmly in agreement. "And with most of our command personnel busy with whatever it is that they do around here..." Gasp! Did he just... "The weight of dealing with Optimus Prime is likely to fall mainly onto \*your\* pauldrons. Hope that brilliant tactical processor of yours has some grand scheme in the works..." The mech's grin broadened then, as if he was challenging Onslaught on some level to live up to and beyond the rumors of the combaticon CO's prowess.

    Laughing at the discomfort he had caused, Darkstar was pleased with the well honed skill as usual. Onslaught for his part seemed unphased, and took him so very seriously. That in itself was also amusing it seems. "I bet it was... Worth it." Pushing away from the wall, Darkstar retrieved the e-cig and flicked it into the nearest waste receptacle. "None of the combaticons are cowards... Not one. Only reason I haven't opted to transfer out of this turbochicken-slag outfit-- hahahah!" Heading for the door then Darkstar leaves the medical bay and its denizens to prepare for the next stage of the War For Cybertron.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex sighs "I /am/ refueling." he says. The rotary doesn't refuel as often as he should, truth be told he is running on mostly booze and circuit speeders most of the time. "See the wine? Its fuel." He says. "Gaah, don't worry about it. Like I said Im fine. Maybe..if we're expecting retaliation we can do an ambush or something. "Hey, Onsoff is a beautiful thing, Darkstar. Don't mock it." Oh good. He has a couples name for it. "Do you know how hard it was for me to convince them to get together? You're welcome by the way." he looks over at Goth. "Shh. I think he's sleeping. Poor little guy." he says, lowering his voice and continuing to hold Blast Off's hand. "Another bottle? Oh, Onsy. You spoil me. Yes please." he says, his empty rotor assembly whirring as he tries to show his interest and approval at more high grade. "Of ourse he does. Onslaught always has a plan." he looks at Darkstar. "You won't leave us." he says. "We're too entertaining." he lbounces a bit.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckled hearing Blast Off state that it was still "Worth it." He rightly could agree, it was worth it, it veeery much made their day and he just /SNORTS/ when Onslaught shamelessly, yet somehow, cluelessly, /sasses/ Darkstar. "Remind me to use that when he starts teasing at Dustoff and I~" He'd grin, opening his optic slightly.

      "And My goodness /Darkstar/ you are quite the one to talk, given how openly /lewd/ you and Quartz where at the jump joint." He'd remind. "None taken." He'd state to Onslaught.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off does a bit of a doubletake at Onslaught's comment on getting a room. THEY WILL?!! He suddenly has these odd flashes of a future life in a shared suite with Onslaught, complete with everything a life of domestic bliss could ever ask for, including the war being over. HURRY UP and END ALREADY, WAR! Blast Off stares up at Onslaught with a startled little wheeze, then looks over as Darkstar leaves, giving a \*huff\* as a farewell. Now back to Vortex, and some more staring at... "ONsoff?" He blinks at the rotary, then huffs at him too, though more amicably. "....Thank you," he finally mutters, nestling his head towards Onslaught again as if wanting to hide, though he does accept Vortex's hand and stops pulling away. "Yes, Onslaught's plans are \*brilliant\*! You'll see."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex 's worst nightmare, on the other hand is the war ending. Heaven forbid. "Yeah, Onsoff. Blastslaught? That just sounds lame." He says.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught's optics flicker. "...Onsoff?" he asks, looking at Blast Off for a translation. "Blastslaught? I...what is he talking about?"

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off stares back at Onslaught, jaw agape. "Ummm... just.... never mind," he says quickly,. "It's just... shipping stuffyoudon'tneedtobotheryourselfwith." He finishes in a low, fast mutter. \*cough\* Then he turns to Vortex, "ONsoff!" \*snort\* He tries to protest but he actually looks sort of bemused. "Onsoff." OMP he has a SHIPPING name like in the romance novels! Glee.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught blinks. 'Shipping? Is this something to do with the shop? A new order coming in, perhaps?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex blinks. "Shipping? Relationshipping? Ons. Dont you ever read Skyhammer?" he asks. "Or the letter columns?"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught blinks back at Vortex. "What? Those serial novels the propaganda department puts out? I suppose I might hae glanced at a few of them, but I didn't know they had anything to do with shipping. Is there a code or something? I suppose that could be a good way to pass information discretely."

**Blast Off has posed:**
"Uhhh....." Blast Off stares up at Onslaught, not quite sure exactly what to say. "Yes! New order, that's it, it's..." Then Vortex starts babbling and Blast Off tries shushing him, arms flailing. "Shhhh... he's not..." He stops and looks up at Onslaught, "You don't... \*read\* those sorts of things, do you?" He hesitates, then shakes his head, "No, no, I'm sure Onslaught has more important things to do, like-like reading ...." Um. "Strategies! And data! And ...important things." Yeah! THen... frag, wait, what? Now Blast Off just stares at Onslaught.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught shrugs. "I've glanced at a couple of issues," he says, hedging. 'I wouldn't say that I \*follow\* them but..."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex blinks "They might be but they are awesome. You should try them. Even if you dont agree they are funny sometimes." he says. "Yeah I guess. But sometimes you gotta read unimportant things. OIf you lose yourself in strategies, you miss shuttles. I mean important things."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off side-eyes at Vortex with that "shuttles" comment, then decides he's had quite enough of this for one cycle. If Onslaught really \*reads\* /those/ kinds of stories... He curls up more, arms over helmet, and huff-grumbles as he tries to get some recharge.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught uses a foot to pull a chair over closer to Blast Off's recharger and settles in. "...I suppose I could peruse one or two tonight," he says, pulling out a datapad with a free hand. "..where should I start? Primus! How many issues of this are there!?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex curls up on his rotor box, just staying by Onslaught and Blast Off "You should start with issue 14. Because the first 14 kinda stink but the real story doesnt start until thirty.. oh i'll write you up a map."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods. "Please do because I am completely at a loss here -- why are there two -- no, three different issues numbered 27?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pauses. "Well the first one is a variant cover. the second one is for Skyhammer red, which is a different line then skyhammer and skyhammer gold..."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught blinks. "...Skyhammer Red? What in the Seven Hells of Solus is Skyhammer Red?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex smiles. "The..goood skyhammer. The you know..explicit one." he says, tilting his head.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught blinks. "..No I don't kkn--oh. Yes, hrmms," he says, tapping at his datapad. "Yes, well, I see...erm...I think I'll review some information about the SID for the time being. Vortex, you should rest."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "YOu first, Ons. You are the one who was in combat." he says, with a big stretch and yawn. He curls up on the rotor box and tucks his head under his arm.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught hrumphs. "I will, I will, just need to read a few reports first." And some cheesy adventure serials because this Onslaught has a mission -- a mission to nerd out!