1229/A Proper Introduction

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was... admitably, confused, as he walked into command, not delivering parts of projects for a change, but instead here for another reason, one he didn't even know as he moved through the halls and corridors to the office he'd been directed to.

      He'd knock on the door with the knuckle of his claw, waiting for it to be answered, his ears half-fallen back given /whom/ had requested him, but he kept himself looking propper as he kept himself upright on his hind legs, instead of meandering about on all four.

**Megatron has posed:**
    Megatron has moved to an office off of the main command center where he told Goth to meet him. The place is spartan except for a table and two chairs and seems oddly clean. "Ahh, Goth. Enter. I have been expecting you." the Decepticon commander greets as the door unlocks. "I have heard of your skills and wish to see them up close."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would enter, and looked around, quirking a ridge as he did, the door shutting behind him. "Ah, Which ones my lord? I've many, even more so since the last time we met." He'd say in bot seriousness, and jokingly as he walked in and smiled, he was playing the part of his normal charismatic self, but his ears were pulled back against his helm.

      Though, he probably would not take to long figuring out wich, as he looked over his leader.

**Megatron has posed:**
     Megatron tenses a bit. He doesn't usually trust anyone to see him in this sort of condition but he has to trust someone to put him back together. "Your battlefield and intelligence skills are impressive. But it is your medical ones I am testing today. I have been...recovering since my last battle. However." he opens his chest to show some older damage that he's let heal over itself. "THis hasnt been healing as well as I'd have hoped. Perhaps you chould show me why you are known as one of the best."
     Megatron looms a bit. "It goes without saying anything that happens here is between you and myself. Such weaknesses cannot be shown to the army as a whole."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth frowns, noting the damage, his lips pressing into a thin line, he would then shift into his root-mode, becoming smaller. "But of course, but.. wouldn't you of rathered Dustoff?" He'd question as he moved over to observe it, and take his tools from his sub-space to start work.

      "He has trained me to use my skills properly in a medical way." He'd question, but still work diligently.

**Megatron has posed:**
     Megatron tilts his head as he watches Goth work. "So I hear. Dustoff is not available." he tenses, not wincing even once as the bat works. "Why? Do you think you are not up to the challenge?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would nod at the fact Dustoff was not accessible at the moment. "No, I would merely assume one would rather someone properly trained, and trusted to do such instead of..." He'd frown, he was relaxed though, and spun the tool in his hand momentarily as he worked.

      "Well, fairly I do not know what I am viewed as, but I am well aware I'm not the professional some would seek." He'd finally say, going back to work.

**Megatron has posed:**
    Megatron stares at Goth for a while as if judging him. "And what are you viewed as?" he asks, watching him work. "I know you are capable. The question is. Do you think you are? If not I can await a true professional."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would hem, not thinking much of the staring as he worked. "The beast former, the outsider, oh and the traitor, can thank my /lovely/ compainian for that one, accusing me of such in the jump joint." He'd roll his optics and groan as he continued to work.

      "Most seem to know me as the scientist to go to when they need weapon modifications, which I suppose is something I'd take over the others." He'd nod.

      He'd pause a moment in thought, but then just chuckled as he worked. "Well, I feel I am capable, considering how Dustoff's trained me, quite the spit in the face to him if I said I wasn't." He'd nod, before moving back to look at the work he'd done. "That should do it, should also feel your systems repair finally kicking in to take care of other damages."

**Megatron has posed:**
    Megatron looks to Goth for a moment. "Do I look like the sort that judges someone based on their altmode?" He asks. "As far as traitor. Why does he accuse you of such?" He asks. "No Decepticon is an outsider. We function as one cause, as one army with one goal. When you joined with us, you have chosen to rise a bove these insults. Grind anyone who disagrees to your heel and do not let their opinions define you."
     The warlord pauses. "You are capable or I wouldnt have asked. I understand you ahve been doing a large share of the work in medical in Dustoff's absence and I wanted to see what you are capable of. I feel the self repair systems kicking in. I know you have done adequately. I do not think I will need to see Dustoff to undo anything you did." He says. "I would like to see your work on weapons modifications aw ell. I want to know what each of my soldiers is capable of."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth raised a ridge, and glanced him over, before responding. "Well, I believe the correct answer, is no... However given my experience, you must ask these things, else you may end up on the wrong side of someones blade." He'd state factually, and crossed his arms as he listened.

      "...I'm sure you've heard of Darkstars... Personality." He'd state, as if struggling for words. "Our first meeting did not exactly go over well, but I think I've finally made him see I'm more then my alt-mode." He'd vent... He'd however nod to Megatron as he confirmed his self-repair had in fact activated.

      "...Indeed, Dustoff's taken me in as his personal assistant, so, when he's out doing rescue or resource collecting assignments, I handle the medical bay for him." He'd explain, ensuring it was known that Dustoff was not pushing work or anything off on him... His poor mate was just busy as hell.

      Goth would stop a moment, and thought, pulling out one of his drones to show as an example, the spider like legs springing out of the lower metal-ball, with the toxic-green fluid sitting it's tank. "An example of something I built from Scratch, and then modified over time.... I created these while I'd helped Scrapper in creating his own bombs for the battle field." He'd nod.

**Megatron has posed:**
     Megatron gives a chuckle to Goth. "You would be correct. Tell me. How much have the otehrs told you about the foundation of our cause? Did they give you a gun and say fend for yourself or is it beyond that? It seems I need to reteach the fundamentals."
     Megatron looks thoughtful for a moment. "Ah yes. The gloryhounds, the conquerors. They only see a part of what we do here. They will never see the full picture." he says
     Dustoff is indeed a capable medic. I look forward to working with him on a more personal level in the future. The days of me being a face my soldiers need to be afraid of are behind u.s I am your fist. Serve me well and I will be behind you. Fail me and you will see it turned on you. As Decepticons, we act as one, not just individuals seeking individual fame. But everyone fights differently you know."
     Megatron kneels down to look at the spider-Drone, inspecting it. "Interesting device. I am sure if Scrapper has a hand in it, it is quite devious. What are the extent of it's abilities?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would knit his ridges, open his mouth, then close it, tapping on his chin as he thought, before looking right at Megatron and answering truthfully. "I've barely heard anything outside Darkstars... Rather vague 'for the cause' speeches." He'd explain with a slight cringe.

      "So your example of just giving one a gun and sending them on, is rather accurate, you see I am not from Cybertron, I was forged elsewhere." He'd explain with a spin of his wrist as he leaned on the desk. "I've no military training, only that of which I've gained from being on the field."

      He'd explain, before further listening, and letting out a hem as he slipped that information away for later, recalling Buzzsaw's words. "Ah, well he proved materials, I designed and built it myself." He'd correct and think.

      "The tank holds a acidic and corrosive solution that it injects into the fuel lines of it's target, thickening their fuel and causing them to need to work harder and expend more fuel to achieve what they wish, I've also recently modified the formula to target the compound bondings of armor used around here, breaking it down and disintegrating it on contact." He'd explain.

      "Should prove.. useful, when battling against those, such as Sky Lynx, or tearing down Base defences when we don't have the likes of Sixshot on the field, who've I've mainly been partnering with, or Scrapper." He'd nod.

**Megatron has posed:**
    Megatron arches a brow ridge "Then perhaps those things shoudl change, Goth." yes, he knows each of his soldiers by name. "If you'd like to, we can take a walk. I can tell you what this cause is for, what the purpose is besides....just mindless conquest. If it is something you are interested in, I am always willing to explain it to those who follow. I think the most important weapon in any Decepticon's arsenal is his fire- his need for freedom, his desire to be what this world holds back from him. If you do not undersetand the cause more then just conquest, why do you fight? What drives you to such creations, to such loyalty to me and my cause?" he asks.

**Goth has posed:**
     "I'm willing to listen." Goth would state simply, and calmly, a ridge still raised though, he would step out of the way though, and shift back to his alt-mode as... Well felt more comfortable in it, after all, even with Megatron bearing do--.. Wait Goth was taller than him in his alt-mode.

      Pushing the thought to the side, he'd listen. "Hmm I see, interesting questions indeed." He'd muse, though, it did also bring up /some things/ that did strike rather close to him... He'd choose to wait to be promoted to answer, if those where actual question directed at him.

**Megatron has posed:**
    Megatron realizes that he is large and imposing and it may be easier to discuss things with him when you are larger then he is. He doesn't seem to be attempting to be intimidating right now. He almost seems....inviting."When you are ready, come to me. I do not expect you to want it now. I will not drone on to someone who does not wish to hear things. When you are ready. I will be ready to tell you. But for now.."
     "Goth, tell me. What is it to you. Why a Decepticon? Why is it you do not fight with the Prime?" Megatron asks, showing the question was indeed aimed at Goth.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's ear twitched as he tilted his helm inquisitively, thinking, noding though, now understanding those were questions aimed at him. "Well... the /simple/ answer is I am unsure, the longer answer is... Well, I was exiled from my planet, my home, for.. doing just some of those things.. I tired to show them what they were holding themselves back from doing.. Even relegating myself to do it in secret, but when they found out..." He does quite, very very quiet.

      "...I lost everything..." He'd vent and run his hand through his fur as he glanced away. "So, after drifting through space for vorns on end, ended up with Someone with no goal, no desires, falling in with a place that fit my idology most." and of course the fact he found Dustoff, Vortex, Scrapper, Sixshot.. Was slowly starting to regain why what he lost.

      "...So I do not know, but It seems my choice has /not/ stirred me onto the wrong path."

**Megatron has posed:**
    One would think the slagmaker would lose interest very quickly in a story like that, But Megatron holds his attention to the bat. "What sort of things were you exiled for?" he asks. "I have found that exiles often happen to those who cannot or will not conform. Those who think outside a very stringent box. You and I.. may have more in common then you realize. Perhaps that is why fate brought you to my cause. Perhaps that is why you find kinship among the Decepticons."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was silent for a moment, attempting to unlock his jaw form the position it had set into when the /why/ came into question, he had to calm himself. "...Well, After the /murder/ of the four working with me, one of which being my...." He'd pause and glance away. "Mate.." He state quitely, before returning to proper volume. "I maay have inflicted the exact, same, pain they caused to me onto them, in return." He'd vent.

      "Make them feel what I felt, see how it felt when it happened to those they didn't deemas criminals..." His lip twitched upwards, he'd started working himself up. "A foolish attempt to make them understand the pain I did, and ensure it would never happen again."

**Megatron has posed:**
    Megatron gives a respectful nod and half smile. "As well you should have. They took everything from you and you gave it back in spades." he looks thoughtful as if perhaps he's been there himself, or someplace similiar. "I would have done the same in your situation. As would most Decepticons. The first time. The first few times you want them to understand but after a while. You realize some of them will not learn. Those should be made examples to those who will."

**Goth has posed:**
     "...Yes." Goth agrees, a sinister smile starting to creep on his face. "I will gladly admit, that with being here I've.. started to regain, some of what I lost, rebuilding my research at that." He'd nod. "I personally believe in killing quickly, and saving the truly tortuous and horrible for a special few." he'd chuckle. "But all parts can be repurposed and reused." He'd nod.

      He'd then hem. "I suppose.. I should say, instead of 'I do not know' I should say... Is that it has given me purpose once more." He'd nod, giving a slight bow.

      Though a question was left for him, one he would not ask though, considering what danger it could put his mate into..

**Megatron has posed:**
    Megatron shakes his head. "I have never had a taste for torture myself." he says. "I Prefer a quick death unless someone truely is desrving but yes. Each piece of an enemy can be reused, and repurposed I agree.
     Megatron nods. "Use that purpose. Let it fuel you, let it guide you towards your goals. Are there any questions you would have of me then?" he asks. "Do not hesitate to ask.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would think, and shake his helm. "I do not think so, I will continue to serve as I always have, should find that my... Form has improved since our time on clemency." He'd nod, and vent. "And anything of I m'lord? Outside of the repairs, which seem to be holding up."

**Megatron has posed:**
    Megatron hears the name 'Clemency'. He must spend some time to look into this situation. "No, Private. There will be more discussed at our future meeting. You may go now." he says.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Future meeting?" Goth would questio. "Ah, if you mean the one in Kaon, i'll unfortunately be unable to attend." he'd say with a sigh. "Work does call with Dusty away." He'd vent, but smile.

**Megatron has posed:**
    Megatron nods. "Then you will be filled in with the results." he says simple. "We need all the help we can get with Dustoff's absence."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would give a simple nod, and head for the door then. "Do not push yourself, allow the welds to sit, and cool, before doing anything strainus, else they will break." He'd tate, just as if he would if he were in the clinic, nodding to his leader, as he folded his hands behind him.

**Megatron has posed:**
Megatron smirks to hisemf, mostly about the way this one speaks to him just like hes anyone else. "Yes, yes of course." he waves his hand. "Welcome to the war."