1029/A Set

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was down in his lab, as per-normal, sat in his seat with a datapad in one hand, and a stylus in the other that he was using... A set of specs on the computer's screen in front of him. He'd glance up form time to time to check the specs above, and then back down to the datapad as he continued with what he was doing on the datapad

      Outside his lab the back door in the medbay was left unlocked, so anyone could wonder in, but the second set of doors where still sealed with their digital locks engaged... A camara and com-speaker set into the wall.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught arrives outside the door for Goth's lab and, after a brief assessment, presses the button for the coms system. "Goth, are you present and available?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's ears twitched upward, and he'd roll his chair over and press a button that would open the second set of moving doors, Onslaught would see Goth was still set in his seat, working on what was on the datapad as he started rolling his way back over to the computer. "Indeed I am Major." He'd hum as he continued on what ever was on that datapad.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught steps into Goth's lab, holding a datapad of his own in one hand. He looks like perhaps he should have gotten a bit more recharge in, but otherwise seems to be on the mend from the injuries he recieved on Garrus-1. 'Good, good," he said, stepping closer to Goth's workstation but staying carefully outside of Goth's personal space. "I hope I'm not interrupting you?"

**Goth has posed:**
     "I've not lost concentration or the data calculations I'm doing in my brain module right now, like I would of if I were talking with Darkstar, so, No I would say not."

      He'd not look up at Onslaught just yet, still focused on what he was doing on the datapad. Up on the computer screen was the schematics (length, weight, materials, etc.) needed for a set of rotary blades that where clearly being tailored to also be weapons that could be pulled, but still help achieve lift and not fall from their mounts... And yes, they didn't have hilts.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught chuckles. "Good, good," he says. 'I know how frustrating it can be to lose one's train of thought. I was hoping to talk with you further about what we were discussing earlier. Namely, Vortex's new rotors." He pauses, studying the screen. "I see you've already begun moving on this. Interesting."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Hm?" He'd glance back and then up to the screen. "But of course." He'd spin his claw before looking up to the screen. "It would be poor form to have him without them for to long a time, and as much as it maybe.. Worrying, to say the least, I do have a fairly good idea of Vortex's personality, and form of combat." He'd explain as he brought the prototype in full to allow Onslaught a better look.

      "Simple and to the point to say the least, not as complicated as Scrappers bombs, or Darkstar's missiles."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods. "He...dislikes being without his rotors," he says. "I think it's primarily because he uses them so much in his body language." He chuckles. "Yes, his style of combat is...unique..."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Free, wild, but not Mmm I would not say unrefined though, in-fact I would say quite the opposite, he is not dumb, he does have an idea of what he is doing." Goth would muse as he looked over the data on the screen. "Are these measurements correcto Vortex's height?" He'd ask as he glanced over to Onslaught who, of all meches, knew probably had /that/ sort of data just sitting around.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught looks over the data on Goth's screen, optics dimming as he compares what's on the screen with his own personal records. "You might want to shave a few micrometers off, otherwise he'll be smacking into doorways but otherwise, yes, those are exact."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Simple enough." Goth would state as he does exactly that, ensuring the shape wouldn't be malformed by such, and be able to achieve left with them. "Hrmm, I'll need to gain access to specific types of metals to be able to have these formed."

      He'd hem in thought. "Needs to be light, flexible, easy to clean, ease to sharpen with a wet-stone, but something that also won't corrode."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods. "What can I do to help expedite this?" he asks, then considers for a moment. "Can you also make sure that it is shiny?' He pauses then makes an embarassed coughing sound. "..Vortex likes shiny things, you see? I mean, preferably nothign that might give away his position but, if it could have a sheen to it? I think he'd like that."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would look at Onslaught with his optics settled into a half-lidded position, as if the mech was telling him something he already knew.. Which he did. "It will depend on the metal, but, yes, I think that can be achieved." He'd chuckle.

      He'd then start tapping the stylus of his datapad onto the table in thought. "Given we managed to hold onto Clemency, perhaps there is some metals there that can be mined to be used for this project..I shouldn't have to much trouble precuring such..." He'd muse and then his ears twitched as he glanced over.

      "...Actually, I've been needing to ask, What of Blast Off's weapons? Where they secured?"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught huffs at the mention of Blast Off's name. "He's lost his ionic blaster," he says. "Presumably, it was confiscated when they were incarcerated. He'll require a new one. I would ask that you put it on a priority request but I don't think it's as essential for his well-being as Vortex's rotors are to him." He pauses. "...at least, I hope not."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth let out a displeased grumble and grunt before nodding. "If you can get me the schematics and materials for such I can likely make him a new one, if the armory doesn't have a spare stocked." He'd add with his own huff, leaning back into his seat, closing his optics, before opening them once more and motioned to the Radio stack.

      "Ah, while you are here, may wish for the Infantry divisions radio frequency."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods. 'I'll get you those, ASAP,' he says. "I'm sure Blast Off has that information himself." He pauses, then nods again. 'Ahh, yes, I should update my frequencies. Thank you, I appreciate it."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Welcome, I manage most the radio frequencies, so don't be too bothered if you notice my signal, It's merely tere to ensure everything is working properly." He'd add with a nod, before turning back to the work on screen and to his datapad. "If you can get them from Blast Off, it would be appreciated." He'd add.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods, one hand going up to an audial. "One moment, I'll see if he's awake,' he says. "If so, I'll have him send you the specs for hsi blaster directly. Eliminate the middleman, as it were." He hrums as he waits for a response.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would nod and continue about his work with focus. "I will be down here till then." He'd nod, only to pause for a moment. "Ever need of my assistance, or use of some of my equipment down here, do ask, I'm not opposed to others using such, just that they leave it where it is, and ensure I'm /aware/ of their presence and needed use of such." he'd nod, after ensuring his tone wasn't coming off as annoyed, if it was though? He can only blame it on the fact that, it wasn't the first time it happened.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught seems on the verge of asking something, then retreats from it. Emotions are scary, after all. Instead, he laughs. "I know the feeling," he says. "I'd lock my desk but Swindle would crack the code, Brawl would crack the desk, Vortex would persuade Brawl or Swindle to open the desk for him and Blast Off...well, I can trust Blast Off not to bother my things without having to resort to locks."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Darkstar would do much the same." he'd add. "Often barges in here without my knowing ahead of time, don't know how he keeps getting passed the digital locks." He'd grumble, though the beast-former was rather relaxed all things considered. "Right then, Door should open from this side with ease, no code necessary, just a press of the button." He'd explain.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught seems briefly distracted, then comes back to the conversation at hand. "Darkstar seems an...abraisive type, indeed,' he says. "If any of my team have caused you grief, please inform me and it will be dealt with, promptly. And thank you for your time and consideration, Goth. I appreciate it."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would glance up to the rafters a moment, before then glancing to Onslaught. "Of course.. Blast Off and Vortex have.. done their fair share for I, least I can do." he'd nod, leaving it at that.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught's expression is a mix of fondness and exasperation. "I'm glad to hear that,' he says. "We don't always...we've periodically had difficulty establishing and maintaining relationships with non-team members. I'm glad to see they're making...friends." He says the last word as if he's not entirely sure he's pronounced it correctly. 'I've been speakign to them via radio; Blast Off will get you the information you need."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Ahh good, sooner the better." He'd nod, before glancing to the damaged photo on his desk, and let out a small, somber huff. "Hmph, I suppose I can emphasis. I'm not the most... Social, or outwardly expressive of beast-formers, but I do ensure those around I are cared for." He'd state carefully state, worried how his phrasing could be used if someone unsavory where to hear.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught's optics brighten with understanding. 'I concur,' he says, taking refuge in the big words. "For me, ensuring my team's safety is paramount. After all, if we cannot function well, we cannot serve the Cause." The Cause in this case being "the continued survival of the Combaticons" but if others want to think he means "The Decepticons" that's fine! "I apologize, but I have other duties that I must attend to. I hope you have a pleasant remainder of the day."