1281/Nerds Night Out

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would come into the jump joint, yawning, after having just woken up, curse his damn nocturnal clock. He'd take a moment to scan the bar to see who here, as things had been oddly quiet, which was never a good sign. Before starting to make his way to the booth he was familiar with.

      Those around would note that the Radio was on and playing the typical music, most was quite, Goth wasn't getting yelled at about being in his beast mode anymore. (Thank Chela) and most was melow.. How long would that last though?

**Scrapper has posed:**
A bribe wasn't really necessary most nights but Scrapper slipped the bouncer a few shanix anyways, patted him on the shoulder and told him he was doing an important service for the morale of troops by keeping the poor customers out. The look on the mech's face made it clear he wasn't quite sure if that was a compliment or just the Con being a smartaft... but he pocketed the shanix all the same.

It's almost impossible to miss the Constructicon walking in though. Between the heavy labor mech footfalls, and the weird effect the neon lights have on that already bright green and purple color scheme. Especially when he stopped in middle of the floor to tap his chin with a digit, almost as if not entirely sure where to start or what to do. Having some time to relax for himself wasn't something he got very often these days.

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      Shadowstar happens to be close when Scrapper does that to the bouncer and a slight laugh escapes her. "Now if only the riffraff could be kept out." she adds before stepping into the bar herself. She is almost as hard to miss as the Constructicon beneath these neon lights, but for pretty much the opposite reasons. Only slight tapping betrays her footsteps, and the neon reflects in wonderful ways off of her polished form. She nods to Goth as she sees him and smirks just a bit before approaching him. "Hello there, Goth. I hope you are doing well after attracting...-every single missile I fired- in our last engagement." She laughs a bit, shaking her head lightly. "I can still hardly believe it. And it happened to us."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would sit down in the far back booth, and took out his datapads, to star doing some work and catch up reading, some also had weapon designs.. He'd also start looking over the menu when he catches the sound of pede falls, mainly those of Scrapper, and the taps of Shadowstar, he would wave one of his red hands to Scrapper though, a face he enjoyed seeing.

      Goth however quirks a ridge at Shadowstar only for her to bring THAT up, his optics settling into a half-lidded position as he contemplates if he wants to get kicked out of the jump joint tonight. He tapes his elongated claw against the table in irritation and chuffs.

      "Unfortunately I can, it seems this... Whatever it is, does seem to attract the worst for me." He'd grumble. "And here I'd been telling Phantom magic doesn't exist." He'd hiss.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle enters and looks around, seeing some of his fellow Decepticons in attendance. "Hey everybody!" he announces, flashing his winning smile, "Anyone interested in some stain resistant pillows?" He holds a few out in his hands to demonstrate. "Also, barkeep, an engex, please."

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper sees the wave and, thankful for the familiar face in the crowd, strolls over to the booth. In time to catch that remark about the missiles. "Yeah, heard about that. Also heard the Autobots were throwing around a bunch of EMPs and scrambler drones, so it probably mucked up the targeting systems." He shrugs his wheeled shoulders. "That they all somehow managed to target Goth, though, is still a rediculous statistical improbability that even I can't mathmatically compute.... But we're not here for work, now are we?" He finishes, sliding into a seat at the booth, and attempting to keep the conversation going to something less annoying.

A brow is quirked at Swindle's arrival. Or more so what he's peddling... then he starts snickering a bit. Stain resistant pillows to drunks. Yeah, that's something only Swindle could pull off it.

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      Shadowstar notices the scowl that the incident brings up on Goth's face and stifles a giggle. "Ah...forgive me Goth." she says in an amused tone. "I guess that is still a bit too fresh of a weld to poke at." she says, then giggles a little. "I wasn't really bringing it up as work. Just a funny story. If we had lost, it would certainly be work talk. But, don't forget, thanks to our brilliant teamwork and my magnificence we were able to pull out a victory despite the odds."

      She shakes her head and smirks. "Allow me to make it up to you. I shall buy your next drink." she says, then orders a drink of her own. Naturally the classiest drink that this dump has to offer. She also orders one for Goth. "It is also a thank you. If not for you and Dustoff, I would perhaps not have had the data in place to get my own cloaking system." She holds up her fancy enerpaigne flute and waits for Goth to do the same. "To our continued success!"

      Swindel's stain resistant pillows catch her attention, though only from a 'that is rather unusual' standpoint. Enterprising, but unusual.

**Goth has posed:**
     Scrapper actually got a chuckle out of Goth from his little tirade about statistics. He would give Swindle a nod of acknowledgment. Goth glanced up at Shadowstar and, well, gave pause, wondering if this was a trick, only to be reminded, that he and Dusty were likely on peoples better sides at the moment, considering all the work of late.

      He'd also gone right for the wine, and greaciuselly, accepted the drink and indulge in her toast.. Then paused in thought and pulled out one of his injector drones, the clear glass container filled with a very necrotic green looking solution, and held it out to Scrapper.

      "I've not tinkered much with the design, however I'd altered the solution on the inside, does /quite/ well in melting armor."

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle takes a seat at the bar to get an engex and starts sipping it, putting one pillow on the table while keeping the other in hand. After a few sips of his drink, he launches into his spiel again. "You know, these are perfect if you find yourself regurtitating your engex and are about to fall faceplate-down. Something soft to fall on, but won't absorb the nasty reflux. Less cleanup that way."

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper grabs a drink for himself so he can join in the toast. "To success, that is as much of the work of those behind the scenes as it is on the battlefield!" As a little nod to the comment on helping her with cloaking tech, and all the times Goth has helped him develope ideas.

And he's promptly distracted by another one, carefully picking the drone up with his other hand to examine it. "Ah, to break down the strcutural integerty from the inside? Brilliant. Much harder to patch back up that way."

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      It is true Shadowstar is often working an angle, but this time she seems completely genuine. She nods at Scrappers addition to it, but then adds, "However, I am quite glad I am not behind the scenes. There is much less glory and recognition back there." she says. She also listens to Goth and Scrapper discuss the drone. She may not be a scientist, but a cunning weapon is still very much her area of interest. "It did quite a number on the sturdiness of those defenses in that incident which shall remain unmentioned."

      Swindle starts up again, and Shadowstar blinks a few times before laughing lightly. "Well, I suppose if I thought I were in danger of such things I -might- invest in one of those."

**Swindle has posed:**
"These pillows are also very comfortable," Swindle says, "Use them on your recharge bed, on a chair, anywhere. Stain resistance just happens to be a bonus. No need to worry if you'll leak oil all over them by accident." Winning smile again.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth makes a face at Swindle's spiel. "Gaah, Swindle please, I work in the medical bay, I don't need that image in my head, I see it quite often enough." he'd state with a tilt of his helm and a flat look, and knitted ridges, in regards to the purging comment. Before looking back to the others, he is however, not going to stop Swindle form joining them.

      The drone is inactive. but it was clear if Goth missed, it would skitter to it's target form the sensor on the metal base under the glass tank that held the toxic solution, little slots were thin, needle like spider legs would pop out, and the needle safely tucked away under a lidded hatch.

      "Indeed, It melts down the metallic bonds quickly in a rather dramatic fashion, and causes stress to any energon systems attached that the needle injects to, it's /very/ useful when it comes to such things, such as Shadowstar pointed out." He'd chuckle "Very resource heavy though." He'd huff.

**Scrapper has posed:**
"About the only improvement I could see is if you could make it combustable as well," Scrapper says as he sets the drone back down. "That would do aggreviating damage to whatever is under the armor as well"

He doesn't have a mouth to smirk with, but you can see the same sort of twinkle in his optics. "Fitting revenge for all the times they have set you on fire, I'd say."

This has been your reminder that under that gregarious venier Scrapper is just as sadistic as anyone else in this faction when he feels like it.

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      Shadowstar hees at the mention of fire. "Very fitting." she agrees before sipping of her drink. "Of course, I prefer explosives to fire." she adds, and can't quite help a bit of a glance and a smirk at Goth. Most likely she is thinking of all those missiles hitting him again."

      That smile might be winning, but the pitch does nothing for Shadowstar. "The only time I leak oil is after a battle. The rest of the time I make sure I am in pristine condition."

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle sighs and gives up the pitch for the time being, to focus on his drink. He starts paying attention to Scrapper's conversation regarding the drone. He silently gazes over that way with interest, while the wheels turn inside his cranial case.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth lets out a low chuckle. "Ohh that would be /quite/ satisfying, but I have made attempts, nothing really I could do without creating another type of Drone." He'd grin. "I've yet to hit Prowl with one of these yet, but Oh.. Oh do I ever plan on doing so." Goth would snort.

      Swindle would be able to glean it was definitely of scientific design, sensor for tracking heat and energon lines, the glass tank to hold the toxic, necromantic green liquid that sat in the tank, hatches on the sides to allow spider like legs to pop out... Was good it was currently inactive, however if anyone broke the glass tank and then they had a hole in the jump joint floor.

      "I rather avoid anything involving fire and explosives." Goth says tartly and tiredly as he looked down at his battered armor, and cringed. "More a fan of acidic, and drone weaponry... Even if I am more a physical combatant." He'd huff.

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Nothing wrong with using a little SCIENCE! to set up being able to pummel someone into submission," Scrapper replies ethusiastically. "And Prowl is high on the list of Autobots that need a good comuppance. Preferable right upside the helm."

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      "I have yet to end up on the wrong side of his weapons, but I have heard he is quite the menace." Shadowstar says of Prowl, then laughs a bit at Goth's reluctance to add fire or explosives. "I suppose I cannot blame you. Neither have been your friend, have they?" she says to Goth before sipping of her drink again. "I am a bit sad of that. I would be quite happy to test my abilities against the Autobot's second in command. From the reports I have seen, he does his best to keep out of the line of fire."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth grins at Scrapper. "Oh I agree, I'm rather surprised with how effective these little things are~" point to the drone. His optic would twitch and his ears would fall back against his helm as Shadowstar brings up what Prowl had done to him. "...Oh.. Oh they have not been." He'd take in a sharp vent through his fangs, Goth very much had some trauma from the fire and explosives.

      "Speaking Of Scrapper, you did see that Prowl has this new coolant weapon, that can break armor?" he couldn't remember if Scrapper got a chance to see that before the report had been removed.

      Goth then vents. "He does indeed, and I /very/ much still owe him a brutal offlining after what he did to Dustoff and I on clemency some time ago."

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper vents out a long sigh at that. "Yes, and it means I'm going to have to re-evaluate armor compositions -again- to keep them from getting a complete leg up on us... though it's amusing that they're trying to copy how effective -we- were with that tactic versus defense placements first. Sincerest form of flattery and what not."

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle keeps listening and keeps the drinks coming. There's gotta be some useful information in what Scrapper is saying. He just hasn't figured just how it'd be useful, just yet. He leans his elbow on one of his pillows on the bar countertop.

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      Shadowstar oohs. "Coolant weapon? That sounds intriguing. So, he deals in both fire and ice?" That is good to know, even if there isn't much she could do about it in a fight. "It must mean they are getting desperate if they are taking ideas from the mechs and femmes they supposedly despise." she says, smirking just a bit. "I suppose that does mean I will have to give a bit more space when he is about. My armor is thin enough without being frozen."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth can't help but chuckle. "When you put it that way, it is much more amusing, I had not thought of it that way." Goth would smirk. "Speaking of, also completed my own EMP device, worked perfectly in stopping Sky Lynx in his tracks." He'd explain to Scrapper, looking through his datapads and sliding over the datapad with the finished schematics on it.

      Goth then looked to Shadowstar. "Ahh, no I suspect it is only a coolant based applicant, ment to freeze the top platting and weaken it... I believe the first time I saw him using it, he was also using some sort of.. injection device?" Goth tapped at his face platting in thought. "After such I believe he started using some sort of grenade like delivery method."

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper picks up the datapad, though he's also listening to the ongoing conversation even as he's ready. "It is probably something nitrogen or similarly based. Less the cold in itself that's dangerous, but the manner in which that cold slows down molecular vibration to weaken subatomic bonds, thus making the target material fragile... The injector would of been a better method to use to ensure accuracy, a spray or burst dispersal can be turned against the user in specific circumstances."

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      "A cryo-grenade sounds like something Shockwave might devise." Shadowstar muses. "But, wouldn't an injection contain such an effect when you want it to spread quickly? Cold is not acid after all. It is not going to cover nearly as fast as a spray application." she says, then smirks lightly. "Of course, I am not a scientist. But, any weapon can be turned against its user in specific circumstances."

**Valour has posed:**
    Valour walks into the Jump Joint, a tablet under his arm. His optic ridges raise at how busy it is tonight, and for a moment it seems like he might turn around and walk back out. Instead, however, he steels his conic shoulders and sidles up to the bar. He orders a Vosian Borona and sets down his tablet. He then leans back against the bar while his drink is being poured.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle's audials perk up at the mention of a cryo weapon of some kind, and when Valour comes in, smiles at the mech in his friendly way. "Have I got a deal for you. Stain-resistant pillows, 50 credits each. Very comfortable, no need to clean them. Endorsed by my bro Blast Off for comfort levels."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Baah, I wasn't paying to close attention in our last battle to what he was doing that time." He'd vent in aggravation, kicking himself over it, before looking to Swindle and Shadowstar. "It would ultimately depend on what he was trying to accomplish, injecting would mean it would spread through fuel lines, thus a much more effective response." He'd muse, giving Valour a nod of acknowledgment. (Was definitely nerds night out)

      The schematics Goth passed Scrapper show a small EMP device meant to hook up with what was assumably, the device that allowed Goth to create the loud frequencies he'd already been seen using in battle, only this one was more focused to a specific frequency that would paralyze someone's systems.

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper wags a digit in Goth's direction. "That. Or getting it into a specific subsystem. Like the mechanics a joint. Lots of small, complex parts suddenly made brittle and the target is most likely going to move out of instinct to want to get away? Crunch." It's a somewhat abstract response, as he's mainly reading the datapad.

**Shadowstar has posed:**
      Shadowstar actually looks over when Swindle mentions Blast Off. "Hmm. Well, if he has endorsed them, perhaps I will have to consider them after all." she says. She also nods a greeting to Valour as he enters. After that she just crosses her legs and sips at her drink. The nerds are doing nerd things, and while she is interested in weapons, she isn't all that interested in the specifics of how the weapon does what it does. If it works that's all she needs to know.

      She finishes her drink, then stretches before standing. "Well, I believe that is enough for me. You two enjoy your technical talk. I will be on patrol."

**Valour has posed:**
    Valour smiles in pleased surprise at the nods of welcome but seems slightly alarmed as Swindle approaches him to hard-sell him pillows. "Oh, yes, well, interesting. Er, why don't you tell me about them?" He picks one up and out of politeness pretends to examine it with interest. His drink is served but he ignores it for now. "Blast Off-endorsed, eh?" he asks with a smile. "That is a sterling recommendation!"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nodded over at Scrapper in agreement, gesturing over to him. "Hm? Alright then." He'd say simply to Shadowstar with a nod of his helm.. He glances back to Swindle and Valour buuut says nothing, mostly because he knows Blast Off's biased to his teammates.... That did remind him though, Blast Off never did give back the pillow he loaned him.

      The name of the schematic also indicates Goth had to go through multiple designs and prototypes, making it from scratch, to create it.. That and the component list on the side, and directions on how to put it together in another tab.

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Won't be able to use those armor eating weapons if all their systems lock up," Scrapper can be heard murmuring under his breath, then handing the datapad back to Goth. "That's what I like about you Goth. One good success is never enough, you're always working on something even better."

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle nods at Valour. "They're the best pillows ever manufactured. Guaranteed to be stain resistant forever, in case you're damaged and in a repair bed and leaking fluids but still want to be comfortable. Blast Off made a nest out of pillows and that included these. So if you're after comfort with well-wearing capability, these pillows are your best bet."

**Valour has posed:**
    Valour listens politely to Swindle's pitch. "They do sound amazing!" he admits. "Although I'm not really in the market for pillows. However, while I have your attention." He smiles, glancing at the server before turning back to Swindle. He offers back the pillow. "I'm very pleased with the Cyber Claymore you sold me a while back. However, I'm looking to upgrade the stun spear I used to carry while on guard duty. Would that be something with which you could help me?" he asks.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gives a chuckle as he sips on his drink, he VERY much knew what Scrapper was referring too. Taking the datapad back. "Of course, if I stopped at one, I'd never get anything done." He'd grin. "That and I get board rather easily, and it's quite an enjoyment to build such things, mostly in a bid to see if I can do it." He'd muse as he looked through his schematics.

      Goth raised a ridge at Swindle and chuckled, shaking his helm, but then raised a ridge, oooh, so that's why Swindle went up to him.

**Valour has posed:**
Valour frowns as he gets a radio message. "Well, I guess I'll not be having that drink." He waves to the other Decepticons. "Next time, chums!" he grins, and hurries out to answer his summons.