1194/All Cylinders

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught walks into medbay, one arm held close across his chest. Faint trickles of energon run down his wrist. He looks somewhere between annoyed and sheepish. '...if it's not too much trouble, I need to see a medic," he says. '...there was an, er, an incident."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth yawned as he wondered up from his lab, before stopping in the doorway of the stairwell, glancing about, he was not in as sour of a mood as he had been before, but it was still there, just more controllable. He'd vent a huff and went about doing his work, cleaning the medical bay, and taking inventory for Dustoff while his mate was away.

      Goth's ear would twitch over on hearing Onslaught and he would look over, raising a ridge, smelling before seeing, the energon leaking. "Dare I ask?" He'd vent a sigh and motion Onslaught over.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex comes into the repair bay, tiptoeing aroun base like a mechacat up to no good. He peeks in to medical to check on everyone. "Hey, guys. Oh. Is Ons hurt? I could look at it. " hes chipper today which probably mens hes up to no good.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught sighs. "I'd rather you didn't but...well, I accidentally cut my fingers on dried enerpudding. I'd opened a fresh container and you know how there's often a crust near the rim? Well, apparently, it's rather sharp. That or I hit a capillary energon feed.' He looks over at Vortex. '...if you'd like, I suppose that would be fine," he says, a bit warily. "If Goth supervises."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would quirk a ridge at Onslaught and then Vortex, and gestures for Vortex to go a head. "Shouldn't be to hard, is basic field aid for such things, even if small." He'd nod, getting a welding patch down. "Though I will say it is rather strange it's bleeding more than necessary." He'd hem curiuselly.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught hems. "...well, I did take the time to eat the pudding first," he says. "It had Cobalt Crunchies mixed in, after all."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods Those crunchies will be the death of you boss." he says. "I have a glue gun I can stop bleeding. Im kinda glad you're here, Ons." he says as he starts to wash his hands. At least he does that before looking at people's wounds. "You know how we discussed I shouldnt hang around people without asking you and Boff first?" he asks. "Well. I met a wonderful person who lets me interrogate people."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Vortex I'm giving you propper patches and weldings to use." He'd vent a huff as he brought things over to the counter near Onslaught, and motioned him to come over as he got down the disinfectant.

      "Ahh, right the General." He'd nod, not going to totally ruin Vortex's thunder.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught's brow ridge quirks up. "Yes, please use the proper medical equipment, Vortex. I need to be able to type, after all," he says. "And who is this wonderful general?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pauses. "Heavens forbid we dont get a powerpoint this week." he snickers. "Seriously I want you back in working order too." he says. "Overlord. Hes letting me question Repungus. No one else lets me do my job. Well you do but... its good to have some respect for it"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would nod simply, confirming Vortex's statement about it being Overlord, he'd start showing Vortex how to properly clean the cut.... He was oddly silent for the moment, glaring into the air, before Vortex's statement finally clicked.

      "keep up the sass and I shall ensure there is one." He'd smirk, but it quickly faded.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught remains stoically still as Goth uses his injury as a teachable moment for Vortex. As he waits, he reviews what he knows of Overlord. A one-percenter, a member of Megatron's hand-picked warrior elite -- and the mech is showing an interest in Vortex and his aptitude for interrogations. Thrilling and also terrifying. "Yes, well, you're in luck, Vortex, I'e already finished this week's presentation. And it's facinating. You'll be riveted." He pauses. 'How'd you happen to meet Overlord?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth let out a grunt. "....He met him here in the medical bay, after Him, Sixshot, and I returned from our mission on leading the assault on the Toraxxis plains base, which, we took." He'd vent a huff, sounding a bit more annoyed, but then again that didn't sound unusual for Goth.

      he'd then show Vortex how to properly disinfect, patch, and weld the wound.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts. "I was in here messin' around and he was in here after a battle. I've only met him once. Its kinda nice knowing some of the big guys are backin' me on interrogatin people. I havent interrogated Repungus because I wanted to go through you first."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught grunts, unconsciously mimicing Vortex's tone. "Well, if a general thinks it is wise, then, yes," he says. "Enjoy yourself."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex pauses. "Yeah but...you're more important then he is. So what do you think, Ons?"

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught chuffs, shifting his position. "Yes, well, Overlord outranks me, Vortex. You know that, don't you? Or do we need to review the chain of command again?" He sounds like he might, just might, be joking when he says that. "I think if you have the opportunity to show off your skills to one of Megatron's chosen, you should do so. It could mean big things for you and for the team."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grunts "Do you think I care who outranks who? You're always the guy I go to ons. You will always be my onslaught. In the end. Slag everyone. Im loyal to /you/, Onslaught."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex adds "Besides. You are so much more teal then him.."

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught doesn't smile, because he doesn't have a mouth. But even if he did, he wouldn't smile because a good commander doesn't make 'd'awwwwww!' faces at his troops, even if they have jsut said somethign really super nice. "Yes, well, that's a commendable attitude, Vortex. I appreciate it. You may interrogate Repugnus to your spark's content."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex knows what a faceless smile looks like. He gives them all the time. A lightening of an optic band, a headtilt, a wheelspin. Not all Cybertronians communicate with full facial features. Of course Vortex i one of them too. You want to know how he feels, his rotors will tell you everything. And they raise. "Thanks, Ons! So I um. Probably. I figured this out on my own. Hanging with Overlord is a bad idea." he says. "But I'll work Repugnus. Gotta find the right angle."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth remained quiet, listing to them as they talked, he'd moved to sit on the near medberth as they spoke and vented out a huff. "Indeed Vortex, do not get to cosy with the likes of him, they are.. mmm As the say, not good to be around for long periods of time." He'd nod, bringing up his datapad baorderly.

      "I am glad your talents are being noticed though." There was a mumble from him at the end of that though, inaudible but there.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "See this is why I trust you too. When I get the right ideas, I'll get to work on him." he moves to sit down out of the way and puts his datapad in hand, his rotors spinning as the thoughts work through his head.

**Onslaught has posed:**
Onslaught nods, looking down at his hand. "I'm assuming the repairs are finished," he says. "Good work, Vortex, as always." He hrumphs. "Unfortunately, gentlemen, I must leave. I have some work I must finish before the end of shift."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth nodded to Onslaught and vented a huff, glancing up as he left... It was.. oddly quiet for a time. Goth's ears remained folded back as he looked down at the blank datapad, and he'd vent out, rubbing at his nose bridge. "Hrmph... Vortex.."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex looks up "I didnt do it." he says immediately closing his datapad.

**Goth has posed:**
     There was a slight crack of a smile on that tired face of his as he looked over at the chopper. "No, no, no. Not this time." He'd chuckle and vent a huff. "...Hmph, I suppose merely just.. looking for someone to speak to is all."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex comes over. "Sure!" he seems way too excited. "You look tired. You ok? Whatcha wanna talk about?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would open his mouth but there was a hint of a struggle, and hesitation as nothing came out despite movements, he'd glance away, snear even, as she attempted to find a way to vocalize what he wished to say and rubbed at his helm. "...am I really that.." he'd spin his wrist. "Mmmph, Inconsequential?"

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex tilts hi shead. "You're my best friend outside family. Who said you're inconsequential? I'll kick their aft."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Ah no one, at least not verbally." He'd vent, crossing a pede, and placing his cheek into his hand. "...Merely an observation I've witnessed among those." he'd start picking at the berth's metal below him.

      "...I.. seem to go overlooked, despite the amount of work and effort I put in, both tactically and physically." He'd glance over to the recent burn patches Dustoff had to /re-apply./

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex frowns under his mask. "You'll always be our little firebug rescue bat. I think you underestimate yourelf."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Thats not.." He'd vent a sigh, his pauldrons slumping, he'd look at Vortex tiredly, his ear twitching as he looked over the chopper. "....Perhaps it's merely the exhaustion from being out on the field so often, on top of the pain from injuries on top of injures, that is getting to my processors, and making me more agitated then normal." He'd vent a sight in almost defeat.

      "But often I will notice, despite You or Sixshot's efforts to stress my work on the field, It seems to always default to just Sixshot, and in this recent case merely Sixshot and Overlord.... But again I may merely be imagining things, as I have been rather." He'd spin his wrist, looking up at the ceiling with a sneer. "Moody."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex shrugs "You're not a giant combat monster like they are. Its all good. You can fix people they cant. We all have our places right?

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth hemmed. "Ah, it's only been of recent that I've.. actually had to practice such on the field, most times I'm hidden in the shadows, delivering data on weak points on targets, exposing hidden targets, like the likes of Nightlash, or draining energon reserves to prevent enemy combatants from blasting us away at full power, such as Sky Lynx, Warpath, quickswitch and Grimlock in recent past, and of late my drones to further prevent damage, though targeting their fuel usage." He'd explain.

      "I'm mostly meant to be a.. Ahh I believe the term is in-house, medic? Seems most have tagged me with such despite my specialties in altering and creating weapons of late." He'd muse, spinning a tool on his claw.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Nothin' wrong with that either. Im not on the field all the time, but that cause...well I should be more often to tell you the truth. Im better used doing...um..." he says. "You do more than I do thats for sure."

**Phantom has posed:**
Goth's attention might be drawn to some movement in the shadows near the back of the medbay. His best guess without looking is probably that it's Phantom being elusive and solitary again as usual, which is correct -- and ordinarily, this would not warrant attention but this cycle he's carrying something that Goth may be dismayed to see him taking off with.

 It's that sealed container he'd brought to him previously - the one he'd asked Goth to investigate. He must have.. changed his mind about it.

**Goth has posed:**
     "I still think you'd benefit from a scouting system like mine, just a matter of finding something compatible-- Where are you taking that?" Goth would call, pushing himself up off the berth as his optic caught a glance at the cylinder.

      He veeery much remembered that cylinder, still very confused about just /how/ Phantom found it, considering he refused to answer where he got it. "I thought you requested us not to open it without you, and.. well in proper safety."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex looks excited "Oooh? We get to open the container! I wonder whats in it?"

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom snarls in an almost animal like way at Vortex and even draws his gun on the rotary, optics narrowed and blazing.

 He then turns to glare vehemently at Goth. "I.. I changed my mind," he barks loudly. "I don't want you to look at it."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth stared at Phantom with a raised ridge, now /this/ wasn't normal for Phantom, at least far as he knew, and looked over the seeker. "Ah..? Why is that?" He'd ask not moving just yet as he leaned forward, bringing a hand to his chin.

      "...How..many speeders are you on?" he'd question, even if he was, like he normally was, this was still odd.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex comes over. "I want to look at it. Come on Phan Phan. How bad can it be?" he says. "Why you so hostile? Comeon you can show me"

**Phantom has posed:**
Wrong question, Vortex. Wrong question.

 The grey and gold seeker now opens fire on Vortex, backing away from the two of them, his optics blazing. Weirdly, it doesn't really seem like he's on anything - or even drunk. "Get... away from me," he growls at Goth. "It's.. none of your business." He turns away.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex yelps and takes the shot right in the aft! He jumps upright, hands grabbing his little chopper booty. "What in the ever loving Primus was that for?" he asks. "Phantom. You're not mad at me about something are you?" he rubs his own aft. "You're b eing all hostile to the rotary pleaser." Please dont call it that again, Tex its weird.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth inwardly curses about not having completed his newest stun weapon as Phantom fires on Vortex, he'd take note of Phantoms strange optic glow, and glance to Vortex, once he was sure it was just a sorching wound, he'd start making his way to Phantom. "Phantom." He'd state sternly.

      "What is going on here?" he'd question in continuation. "You are not acting yourself, which is.. concerning." He'd add in heistation, trying to hide the fact he might of actually been worried about the pain in the aft.

**Phantom has posed:**
"You don't know me," he snarls.

 His boosters engage, and he jettisons himself up to a window ledge near the ceiling.

 And before Goth can protest, his hand enters phase and he puts it through the wall of the sealed container. "Huh.." he comments to himself quietly.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex mutters "Wish I did." He rubs his butt plaintively. "So tell me more. Why are you being such a Deadlock without the Ratchet love?" he says. Well it the worst insult he can htnk of .A Deadlock.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Yes, Well, I know you enough to know something is not right." He'd retort dryly. Vortex's insult-response draws a confused look from the bat, but he shakes it off just in time to see Phantom phase his hand through, and cringes. "...What..?" He'd ask hestiantly, bringing his hands up, unconsciously bracing himself for something to explode.

**Deadlock has posed:**
    Deadlock had heard all the commotion going on medical, so has come to investigate. Just in time to hear his name, too. "What the slag is--" Then Vortex has to bring up Ratchet. "If you somehow think that's supposed to make me feel bad, or like some kind of scrapheap Autobot sympathizer, then you're even stupider than I thought."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex chuckles. "Oh Deaddy hi. Was just talking about you. I have a wound you would like to..." even he stops from going there. "I mean its been a long time. I still remember what I teased you about. Any idea why Phan-Phan's being hostile to me?'

**Deadlock has posed:**
    "Yeah, same reason everyone is hostile toward you. Because you're a glitch." Deadlock replies derisively.

**Phantom has posed:**
Deadlock suddenly entering the room startles Phantom, who prior to that moment, had been staring transfixed at the sealed container, rotating it inquisitively around his phased servo.

 The sealed container then drops to the floor with a loud clatter, and Phantom cries out in pain and surprise. He clutches his servo, which is now bleeding.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Damnit." Goth hisses and he pushes his wayo ver to look over Phantoms injury. "Hold still, let me see." He'd chuff irritably, ignoring the other two, but makes a move to put his pede out to put it onto the dropped container to move it back over to keep Deadlock or Vortex from stepping on it by mistake.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex tilts his head "Hes oin that thing again.." but then he notices the container is on the ground. "Mine!" He lunges for it. Hes not trying to step on it. Hes trying to get it!

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom seems more interested in the fate of the sealed container than his own well being. Typical.

 He aims to kick Vortex swiftly in the helm in order to keep him away from it.

 Goth will notice that the wound on his servo is irregular looking - like his palm hand landed on multiple irregularly shaped and misaligned spikes. However, this type of wound is not unusual for Phantom whenever he gets his phasing wrong, so Goth probably won't be overtly concerned. However, what may be concerning is that one of the large puncture wounds looks like it could have ruptured one of the primary fuel lines in his wrist. It may be prudent of Goth to run a full body diagnostic to see if the wound needs immediate patching.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth grits his teeth, as he's unable to stop Vortex or Deadlock from swiping the container. "Dammit that thing needs to be in qourtenteen we don't know what's in it!" He'd snap as he looks over the wound. A large puncture wound like that, going into the fuel lines had Goth very worried indeed, as it could indicate something /injecting/ itself into Phantoms lines, not to mention if he didn't do something soon Phantom would bleed out.

      "Damnit Phantom, on the berth, need to run checks and get this stopped before your bled dry." He'd chuff.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex grabs the container. "Oh? Oh ho ho. What do we have in here? Just a little peek?" he starts to try to open it, chuckling like thi is the best game ever. He stops mid-turn "Im going to go open ths ...someplace else. Bye now!" he giggles and runs for the door.

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom resists Goth's attempts to make him lie on the berth a bit, his gaze never leaving Vortex when the rotary picks up the container.

Goth might be in the middle of starting the diagnostic when Vortex then tries to /open/ it and THEN run off with it, which incites Phantom to uncontrollable rage.

With a nearly bestial roar, he leaps off the berth, optics blazing. There's a horrible sound that can be likened to an active volcano splitting in half, and the lights suddenly flicker. And then, just like what had happened before with Scrapper and Darkstar, gravity seems to reverse and everything in the room seems to go topsy turvey. Even the ceiling rafters.

And then, it's all over. What goes up, must come down, right? Suddenly, it's raining med bay equipment.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex giggles even more as supplies rain down on him, crashing into his head and shoulders. He still holds the container close to him. "Phan Phan be careful this might be explosive I dont now. Im about to find out thoough." he tries to open it, grunting. "If this is nightmare fuel Im drining all of it just saying." he loses interest quickly "Its stuck. I didnt want in it anyways. Here. Have it back." he places it gently on the ground then rolls it towards Phantom. "You're welcome. Figured if you hated me I'd give you a reason why."

**Goth has posed:**
     "VORTEX!" Goth snaps at the combaticon in a angry and commanding tone, only for everything to go to slag, his optics narrowing, as he attempts to get out of the way of the equipment, Chela almighty he was going to have a MESS to clean up and so much to report to Dustoff as broken.

      "Get to cover!" He'd snap at Deadlock as he quickly went to scoop the cylinder back up, just needed to get everything back under control, if not stopped he'd scoop it up and make his way back over to Phantom with it.

**Phantom has posed:**
Phantom doesn't miss a beat. He picks up a saw that had tumbled out of a closet in the mayhem, the kind used for cutting mech's chassis open when performing fuel pump transplants. He turns it on and seems to intend to cut off Vortex's hand in an attempt to get the container back. Vortex probably won't bat an optic, but when Goth picks it up, the psychotic seeker turns and holds the whirring saw nanometers away from Goth's neck. "Give. It. Back," he growls, his optics blazing. The servo not carrying the saw is crackling with purple electricity.

 Goth's attention may be diverted anyway. The diagnostic he'd half ran on Phantom a couple of breems ago is bleeping and the readout is indicating that even the half completed diagnostic had detected an unidentified substance in Phantom's systems.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's posture stiffens, but he keeps himself poised, and calm, folding his free hand behind his back, and taking a slow vent, not the first time he's had someone threatened him with something sharp close his his neck... However that purple electrical discharge around Phantoms hand was concerning.. as well as the brief glance he gets at the Diagnostic.

      "...I shall, but you /must/ sit down and allow me to attend to your injuries." He'd state firmly, his optics settling into a half-lidded position, partly bracing himself, partly counting the nano-seconds as he watched Phantoms movements.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex has heard that tone many times from Onslaught and snaps to attention. "Sir, yes sir." he does it without even thinking. He moves behind something before his mind even catches up to what he doing. But then, Phantom is on Goth. He gets protective and aims his glue gun at Phantom. "Get away from him." He snarls, firing at Phantom.

**Phantom has posed:**
Before Phantom can respond to Goth, Vortex strikes him with his glue gun. He glares at the rotary and releases the electrical charge in his left hand, aiming at the Combaticon.

"Give it to me and I will," he growls, "if you don't..."

 Oh no, there's that crackling sound again, and that same purple and black hole he'd seen him open before starts growing on the far side of the med bay.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex reaches for the blae on his back, hissing as hte electrical charge hits him. "If I dont what? dont threat what you cant deliver!" he says. "Get out of here, Goth. I got him." he almot as protective of the bat as he is of his brohter, trying to et between him and Phantom.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth frowns, feeling that is not what will happen if he passes it back to Phantom, however that black hole is... a bigger issue. The frown on Goth's face grows as his face twitches into something that is a mix of a cringe and a sneer, specially as Vortex gets shocked.

      "....A deal, then." He'd state calmly, before holding out the cylinder container... He was going to have such a wreck to deal with, damaged and likely contaminated Phantom that could get out of whatever he wanted, a damaged Vortex, a medical bay destroyed, this.. was just his cursed luck. Hed' put a flat hand up at Vortex, indicating for him to hold.

**Phantom has posed:**
Goth is right, unfortunately. As soon as he holds out the container, Phantom snatches it and vanishes through the wall, disappearing from view.

 Welp, so much for Goth trying to finish the diagnostic Phantom had promised he'd let him run. If Goth's feeling optimistic, maybe he'll hope that the elusive seeker will let him do it later.

 Strangely, if Goth goes back to inspect the diagnostic and perhaps fill in some gaps by looking at old ones than had been ran, he won't find any. It's like.. he'd never had a diagnostic ran on him?? No, how could that be possible, he'd been in the medbay for critical injuries plenty of times - there's no way Dustoff had never ran any on him. The only plausible theory is that they'd been deleted. But.. why? Even weirder, the system can't even seem to give partial breakdown of the 'unidentified substance' in Phantom's body...

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex puts his blade back and stands at attention again. Who knows why hes listening so well to Goth today. Maybe he has a bult in reaction to the way the order are given, instead of the orders themelves. "Well. We missed a chance to play with him." he pouts a bit. "Im gonna go in the other room and pic at my shoulder wounds. My rear end hurts." he mutters, left with some dents but nothing to write home about.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth vented out, knowing full well that was to happen, he also does not expect Phantom to return, and to either find him lying in a pool of his own blood, or dragged in by someone else, he'd move around the mess of the floor to look at the diagnostic and when he gets nothing on the computer... There is a frown, Goth would then instinctively make a backup of the diagnostic, and have pinged results of the substance in Phantoms lines for his /own/ personal database, where no one could delete them from record.

      Goth would then turn around to look at the mess that was the medical bay, and the broken and scattered equipment, all of which he'd need to clean up and inventory himself...

      There was a twitching of his lips and his optics ridge, as this just grew to be to much for him, and he just lets out a loud, frustrated scream, pulling his hands from the top of his helm to over his optics to where he broke into a manic laugh after a klik of silence.

      "Great! just bloody, fragging great! The medical bay is in shambles, important equipment and supplies are destroyed! And a possibly contagious mech is running loose with Chela knows what in his lines!" He'd keep laughing, throwing his helm back.