1144/Barracks Break

Cast of Characters: | Blast Off, Vortex, Sinnertwin, Goth, Darkstar, 135

**Goth has posed:**
Goth would wonder into the /barracks/ of all places after the siege in Polyhex, bouncing one of the components he'd tore form the defences wall, subspacing it away before he'd collapse face first onto the nearest sofa.

      That scorch mark from the shot he took from the base still on his frame, but he was just able to slap a field patch over it and called it okay. He'd vent out a huff and take the time to relax there if only for the moment.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot is already resting in the barracks, his faceplate partially open as he enjoys a cygar. Reading a datapad he lets out a vent of exhaust before looking around. Idly wondering where the Terrorcons are currently skulking about.

**Sinnertwin has posed:**
Skulking... is actually fairly accurate. Sinnertwin is prowling around, just because the Terrorcon sentry tends to be a little antsy when he doesn't have a specific patrol to attend to. So a lot of it is just skulking back and forth, back and forth, debating if he should stage some manner of surprise inspection of someone else's room to entertain himself.

**Goth has posed:**
     One of Goth's ears twitch as he hears the heavy pede steps of the Sixchanger and would look up from his spot. "Hmph.. Hello Sixshot." He'd grunt tiredly.

      His other eat would twitch the other way as he heard Sinnertwin, it had been sometime since he'd heard from the Trash Dragon... That title now even fitting to Goth, now that he knows of Sinner heating that damn grenade of Prowls.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks to the beastformer saying, "Hello Goth, heard things went well at Polyhex." He glances in the direction of the dragon but says nothing to Sinnertwin for the moment. For now he takes a shortvdraw of his cygar while adding, "Sooner or later the bots will be forced out or simply gone."

**Sinnertwin has posed:**
Sinnertwin clomps around, but his mood picks up a bit when he spots Goth, who's practically a Terrorcon in all but name with his monster bat form, and Sixshot huffing on a cygar. "Preferably gone. In itty bitty bite sized pieces." Mmmm, bite sized bots. Coming across Cons he can tolerate has lifted some of that aggitated mood though.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would let out a satisfied chuckle. "Indeed, I was able to disable the defences from the strategically made hole Shockwave, Phantom and I created, when that little annoyance of an Autobot attempted to taunt us, Hah." He'd smile, only for his datapad to go off and.. Well, also his medbay pager, he'd raise a ridge and open the report.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot chuckles a bit, "Oh yes, Repug. With how they act surprised they aren't a con. But then he and the other monsterbots would annoy us. Some beasts are more suited than others right Sinnertwin?" He looks to the Terrorcon as he says that.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    The doors of the barracks part and in walks...nay, in LIMPS one battered and beaten Decepticon who looks like they woke up on the wrong side of the smelter. Darkstar had finished his report, and the only thing he really wanted to find was his berth for some much needed rest and recouperation. Of course given that it is the Decepticon barracks into which he'd just walked it is anyone's guess as to whether or not he will actually get his wish. One leg seems to be locked up, his heel dragging across the flooring with each labored step.

**Sinnertwin has posed:**
Sinnertwin hrmphs as he crosses his arms. "Buncha knockoff wannabes." Followed by a snort as he mutters under his breath aside. "Bet none of them are brave enough to eat a grenade." Or reckless enough, either. The two aren't really very exclusive when it comes to Terrorcons.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth's ridges would knit, wait, was that actual concern on the bat meche's face.. /For Darkstar/ of all Meches? He'd then look up hearing the doors open and he sighs out, pushing himself up and putting on his normal face of annoyance, marched over to the spacer, only a single field patch on his own pauldron form the siege earlier that day.

      "...Well, you look like Slag." He'd state, with his hands placed on his hip platting, before sighing and offering his hand out to help the spacer to at least sit the frag down. He'd also click on his communlink, alerting Dustoff to the fact Darkstar had made his way into the barracks.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks towards the doors as Darkstar comes in. Extinguishing his cygar he looks the mech over, staying back to let the medic do his work.

 Looking to Sinnertwin he nods, "You terrorcons are a unique bunch."

**Blast Off has posed:**
A much quieter entrance is made as Blast Off enters the Barracks as well. Unlike the other spacer, Blast Off is in just fine condition physically, though he seems slightly subdued. Not unhappy, in fact sometimes there's almost a spring to his step, but then it drags as something else seems to weigh back in on him. He notices the others, giving them a nod of acknowledgement, then lingers on Darkstar. "You DO look like slag, yes."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Don't touch me..." Darkstar replies to Goth's offer of assistance. That's gratitude for ya, eh? The spacer jerked his arm away from the offered hand, and continued on his way toward the berth that he called home. "I guess sometimes...surface appearances...are in fact...accurate..." he'd respond after a moment when Blast Off also chimes in before Darkstar collapses onto the berth.

    While he had been content to lay there and speak to no one the scent of cygar brought an unmistakable craving to the rather big fan of such leisures that was DS-131. "Would be...much obliged...if one had an e-cig or cygar to spare." There was significant damage to the point that the spacer's optics kept flashing in a strobing fashion whenever the mech spoke. "...Or a drink. More charged...t-t-the better."

**Sinnertwin has posed:**
"Hard to find anyone else like us." Then Sinnertwin turns his attention to Darkstar as well. Cusps two digits to his chin and tilts his head a little to the side, as close to a look of being thoughtful as he gets. "Dunno. I could argue he looks more like something Hungrrr spat back up."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth optics just settle into a familiar half-shuttered position, little did Darkstar know, Goth was sorely tempted to smack the spacer upside the head with a screwdriver, likely knocking him out in such the damage state he was in, but no, some logic from Dustoff over the radio trumps that temptation.

      There was also an audible snort from the bat, as well as a chuckle as Sinnertwin states what he thought. He'd then cross his arms and smirked. "Well if you don't /want/ your damage repaired." He'd state smugly and coy tone.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks at those gathered before focusing on Darkstar. He doesn't offer a cygar, least not yet. Holding back a laugh he glances to Goth to see what he does saying, "Seems like he wants to just sleep it off. Unwise if too heavy."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off lifts an optic ridge as Darkstar collapses. He smirks beneath his faceplate as Sinnertwin speaks, accompanied with a soft chuckle-huff at the thought. "I do not have a cygar, I am afraid, but I suppose I could get a bottle of some high grade engex from my quarters..." He pauses, tilting his head. "But what would I get in return?"

**Sinnertwin has posed:**
Sinnertwin Starts to say something. Then stops. Goes back to what passes for musing. "... No cygars, but I could set him on fire?" He finally offers.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Hungrr...would never spit up... somethin' so glorious as I... Even...in this state...I'd be a main course worth holding down," Darkstar quips, though his smirk was short lived as his internal sensor readings reminded him of just how badly injured he is. While Sixshot was right, and he truly did just want to rest it couldn't be helped that letting such greivous injuries go untreated for much longer could result in further damage. "Eh... Maybe I spoke...too soon," DS-131 offered to Goth then, thinking better of lashing out at the only certified medic within the barracks at the moment. "Just to offer...some advice...to present company... Do not get shot...down...over the Rust...Sea. You will...regret it..."

    Oh Blast Off... Jerkbot extraordinaire was supposed to be HIS domain. "Maybe...I'll give you that...rematch...you've been wanting for...s-s-so long now to help you s-s-save face and even the s-s-score." Darkstar chortled at that only to wince sharply and then fall silent, though his optics flashed and what was at least a small grin remained as he peered at the other spacer.

**Goth has posed:**
     "...Even on what could possibly his death berth, he still manages to gloat." Goth would chuff and shake his helm. Yeep, that's Darkstar. Goth would transform into his Root-mode with ease, and step over to at least start stabilizing the stupid spacer. "Yes, well, that is obvious to some of us." He'd nod.

      He'd wave a hand at Sinnertwin. "No, no not yet." Yet being the key word here. He'd chuckle once more at Blast Off, oh he was so enjoying this, and the brown spacer would get an amused grin from the bat-bot.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot shakes his head at the others saying, "Alright let the mech get some repairs since he wised up. I'll get you a few cygars in a moment. But do tell, any idea what hit you in the rust sea? Other than something close to Astrotrain."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off's violet optics narrow and he \*huffs\*, nose sticking in the air. He glances over at Goth as the bat grins at him, then turns and walks away.

Whether he will return or not seems up in the air, but eventually he does return... with a rather nice vontage of engex. Not the best, but of \*course\* Blast Off would have a good quality bottle in his quarters. Of course. He huffs again, but plunks the bottle down next to the other spacer. "You're on. You'll \*need\* some of this after I defeat you."

**Sinnertwin has posed:**
Sinnertwin drops down onto all fours in his creature mode, and in the usual lack of concept of personal space shoves one of his snouts up to Darkstar and sniffs loudly. After a moment of snorting shakes the other head. "Don't smell anything familiar... Or tasty," the Terrorcon laments.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "You're all...so VERY funny.... Decepticon...comedy tour...needs better headliners...for certain," DS-131 retorts with a snort and a roll of his optics, though at least some amusement is still evident. "Oh yes, yes... Tell him not YET, Bats. We all know...you will want to be...far...far away before the fireworks start." A grunt, and Darkstar moved himself into a sitting position though in truth it was more of an upright lean.

    "If you fail...to defeat me again..." Darkstar begins, reaching over to grab the bottle but only succeeds in fumbling with it and dropping it onto the floor with an audible crash. "Ehhhhh...." the mech sighs. "...Well, I s'pose we'll never find out at this rate." Apparently the deal can't survive 'clumsy'. To Sixshot then he'd do his best to shrug his pauldrons, wincing and groaning after the action. "Saw nothing... Heard...nothing. Whoever...whatever they were... Fast, quiet...hit like two Astrotrains with a performance...chipset...and sparkin' new engines..."

    Lifting his chin, Darkstar does his best to keep his face away from Sinnertwin's snout. Yuck! Beastformers weren't as bad as he'd 'grown up' believing them to be for the most part, but at least some of them were. "My rockets are...offline..." he says, remembering how much the Two-headed dragonmech enjoys gobbling up explosives.

**Sinnertwin has posed:**
"ON FLOOR! MINE!" You can hear the snapping sound as both heads jerk away from Darkstar and drop to the ground to start slurping up the mess, bits of glass and all. At least Blast Off doesn't have to worry about it going to waste.... Go to as much waste.

Also a good thing Sinnertwin didn't decide to set it on fire first.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth lets out a loud, "mad" cackle at Sinnertwin, yes, this was a good Solar-cycle for the bat mech, he'd just have a grin welded onto his face as he attended Darkstar. "Psh, oh please, you'd be doing this as well had it been someone else." He'd smirk as he kept working.

      He'd look down at the broken bottle, and then at the sitting up darkstar, and attempted to pull the mech back down with a single claw as he worked. "Hmph, interesting, wonder what they were." He'd muse with a tap of his claw as he continued to attend to the other meches injures.

      "I won't be able to fix everything here or now, even more given we're not in the medical bay, vut you shouldn't die before Dustoff can get to you." he'd huff with a grin.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks to Sinnertwin and chuckles before looking back to Darkstar as Goth works, "Noted then, can find out later." Moving over to the pair he says, "Lets get you to the medbay or your berth before the CMO comes in here himself. Will leave you a case of cygars. Whatever it was can be slagged later."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off gives Darkstar the flattest of flat looks as that \*beautiful\* bottle is \*smashed\*, but he leans back against a wall with a shrug. "Hey, I fulfilled \*my\* part of the bargain, I can't be held responsible for \*your\* clumsiness." That match is still on, pal! He sort of... winces as Sinnertwin slurps up the mess, but ...well, yeah, at least it's not going to waste, right? Not.. totally.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "Of COURSE...I...would... Ruthless and constant hazing...is...the way of the warrior unit." Darkstar says to the batmech while watching as Sinnertwin sucked up the contents of the bottle of enerwine once he was finished consuming the actual shards of the bottle itself. "Before...the war...was he...sanitation?"

    Again he'd look to Goth, his optics flashing with menacing certainty. "Destroyed, the moment we find out... I did...not like Slagshow...but the mech...deserved...better," he notes with a vented hiss.

    Did Sixshot say something about a case of cygars? "You know...the more you feed them...the more they expect you to keep...on...doing it, right?" The Decepticon spacer chuckles then, a distorted yet satisfied sound. "I am a SURVIVOR... Surprise attack, Sky Lynx, the depths of the rust sea couldn't take me out. What's another...few...hours of waiting? 'Sides... Blast Off owes me a b-b-bottle still."

    That's when Darkstar begins to convulse rather intensely, his optics flickering like they were on holiday as he begins to ramble on nonsensically. "Fr-frag! Ah-ah-ah'm a pretty gorilla meeeech! I like-a d-d-d-do-da cha-chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-"

**Sinnertwin has posed:**
One head remains contently slurping on the spilt energex, while the other cranes it's neck to look up as Darkstar starts spasming. ".... Now can I set him on fire? It'd put him out of his misery."

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex is curled up on a berth in the barracks, a little tiny ball of recharging rotary madness.He sleeps very still for tex, for a long time. And then he starts thrashing in the hold of one of his nightmares. Thats what happens when he sleeps sober. He brought that on himself.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would shruge and radio Dustoff, before giving Darkstar a raised ridge. "Hmph, well.. Done what you could." Goth would state in a.. soft, tone, which to those that knew, probably knew why.

      Whoops, he spoke to soon, there was a moment where Goth flinched back in surprise but he'd soon take action and attempted to force Darkstar down and onto his side, as well as radioing the rest of the medical bay. "Bah, damnit." He'd snap, welp, there went their amusement for the night.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot looks to Sinnertwin, "No lets not do that." Letting out a vent he says, "Alright rest of you pull back, cept medics. You had your fun but he should have been escorted to the medbay without question. Some mechs are too stubborn."

**Sinnertwin has posed:**
A bit of smoke curls from the corners of one maw, but Sinnertwin swallows it back down when he's told no. Probably more because it was Sixshot telling him not to than any concern over the state Darkstar is already in. "Fine. But if medics decide he's not salvagable I want a limb to chew on!" With that said the Terrorcon turns and plods off, likely to resume his skulking and maybe eventually sprawl out somewhere for a nap.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off digs his heels in, as it were. "Oh no, I do not owe you a bottle. As I said, I fulfilled \*my\* part of the bargain. When I sell someone a bottle of wine, if they accidentally drop it that's not \*my\* problem, they will..." Then Darkstar's convulsing and all... that, and Blast Off just sticks his nose back into the air with a wave of his hand. Unimpressed. A finger points up and waves at the other spacer. "And oooooh no, you're /not/ getting out of this by spaz-attacks, either."

Speaking of spaz-attacks, Blast Off looks over and... "Ah! There he is." He'd been looking for Vortex for awhile. The shuttleformer heads towards his teammate. "Vortex, look at you. Disgraceful!" ...This is Blast-Off-ese for 'are you alright?', apparently.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex blinks half awake as he sits up "Huh? well good morning." he says, trying to keep from shaking a bit "What are we doing? Do I smell engex?" ahh Vortex. Awakened by the sweet sweet promise of intoxication.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Oh, Darkstar would certainly have some form of retort for Blast Off if he could actually HEAR the other mech! Oh well, it looks like he'll have to go on believing that Blast Off owes him another bottle first before they can get to their rematch. Such is life sometimes...

    The wounded spacer continued to convulse, as if nothing that Goth could do for the moment would end the horrible spasms that he was suffering. It's a truly sad sight to behold...sad, or funny depending on who you are. Given present company yet again it's likely that most of the barracks was holding back laughter, especially with how many of them had suffered Darkstar's brand of warrior unit hazing of the 'ruthless and constant' variety.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Can state that again." Goth would retort to Sixshot, with a hint of stress in his tone as he attempted to keep Darkstar from at least harming himself as the bat kept looking for the source of this, but a lass, Darkstar was going to need a deep diagnostic scan once Goth and the other nurses could get Darkstar's dumb-aft into the medical bay.

      When the nurses did arrive to help Goth, he'd transform back to his bat mode to be able to help carry the larger mech, given they were roughly the same size. "Clear a path." Goth would shout.

**Sixshot (135) has posed:**
Sixshot doesn't reply to Goth as he glares at any con that fails to move quick enough. Infact most probably have as he watches the medic team haul off Darkstar, "What a cycle." He looks around before heading back to his own quarters.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off huffs at Vortex, too, in full-on aloof mode, though Tex might still note how the shuttle studies him to make sure the rotary is fully functional and fit. "The engex has already been..." He squints towards the floor, "...taken care of, I'm afraid. As for me, I think I've had quite enough of /his/ tomfoolery for today." He gives Darkstar a haughty sniff, then turns towards his own quarters down the hall.

He takes a step and then looks back. It \*is\* tomfoolery, right? He frowns under the faceplate, starting to realize that maybe it isn't. Hmm. The shuttle doesn't find it amusing, but with Goth right there he's pretty sure Darkstar has access to any medical care he may need. And oh look, nurses too. "Don't let him die, alright, Goth?" He sniffs again. "He still owes me a spar, after all." Snoot in the air, Blast Off strides down the hall and out of sight.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Me too." he says in a tired voice. "Hey you mind if I go sulk with you Blast Off? Im kinda lonely." he doesn' tlike to be left alone after nightmares, ntot that he'd admit it. He blinks when he sees Darkstar "Primus what happened? Ya guys need help?"

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off sighs at Vortex, so put-upon and all. "If you \*must\*..." That's not a \*no\*, though.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Attempts are being made!" Goth would call. "Getting him to medical." Goth would state to Vortex as he and the other nurses started getting Darkstar to the Medical bay, which wasn't far from the Barracks thankfully.

      If only Darkstar was more awake, he probably would be weirded out by the fact there were meches that actually /cared/ about the brawler spacer.

**Vortex has posed:**
Vortex nods "Right. Lemem help get him there then." He sounds half awake, but is easily prodded into helping.