1354/Medbay Activity

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth comes walking into the medical bay looking... Well like normal ol' miffed Goth, only with a twist! He has a cracked optic lens, nothing series, just the overlaying black glass that protected the LED screen underneath.. Some energon dried around his nose. He'd just huff and walk in, this was where he spent the most time after all, so it was sort of like home. He took a moment to look around to see who was there.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff is, as ever, seated at his desk just going through various reports, inventory...and all that other such nonsense. It's the daily sort of thing that just keeps the medbay running, after all. Hearing the door, he glances up and blinks a few times... "Darkstar? Phantom?"

**Scrapper has posed:**
"What? Phantom? What did he do now?" It's Scrapper's voice, but there's a large crate blocking the view of his upper body as the Constructicon walks in with it in his arms. The contents rattle a bit as he tries to shift it without spilling so he can look around it. "Or is this one of those 'I don't know want to know' instances?" Can never be too sure with that guy.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth blinks hearing the names coming from Dustoff and just.. he couldn't help but snort and grin widely down at the smaller medic out of adoration, Goth then steps aside to allow Scrapper in, once he's past he can likely see the damage done to Goth, who's looking down, and approaching Dustoff.

      "Thankfully nothing so Dramatic, what happen was tripped over a large enough storage crate and onto a rubble covered floor, nothing serious other then the crack in the protective glass layering of my one optic, but enough to be annoying." He'd explain. "...Pretty sure if ether of them attacked me you'd be one of the first to know though." Ge'd lean down and kiss the other medics cheek, as well as physically, relaxing quite a lot.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff just sort of listens to Goth detail what happened. "Well...that ain't near as interestin' as it ought to be. You need a better story..." He grins, returning the show of affection before his attention shifts to Scrapper, and he sort of blinks at the delivery coming in with the mech. "Huh...well, better late than never...glad to see stuff arrivin'. Uh...here, lemme get a spot for all that cleared out..." He stands, setting about clearing one of the medberths off to one side to set down and sort through the crates proper.

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Sounds like maintenance needs a talking to." There is a hint of relief in Scrapper's voice that it wasn't anything too severe, even if the engineer doesn't directly comment such. Even as he's waiting for Dustoff to clear a spot off, setting the crate down once there's room. "Reclaimation operations haven't brought in as much that's usable lately. The constant dealing with the Doppleganger's shenanigans have kept conflicts down to a minimum it seems."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth smiles, looking at ease as he nods not Dustoff to allow him to handle the delivery first, he moves to grab one of the clean cloths to at least clean his snout up. "Please if I made up such a thing, knowing my luck?" he'd point to his chassis. "one of the two would appear and make such an event real, and I rather not toy with fate in that manner." He'd chuckle.

      "Have they now?" Goth would question with a raised optic ridge. "What of the Mining facility and Clemency or..?" He was now curiuse, he'd never really been on any of the reclamation missions to gather resources, so he wasn't totally aware of how they worked.

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff gives a slight nod to Scrapper, opening the crate as soon as it's down to start pulling supplies out and taking inventory. "Can't win 'em all...just gotta win enough." He mutters a bit and grabs his datapad so he can make sure everything is added to inventory proper. "Check...my top drawer, Goth, think I got somethin' in there to help."

Of course he does. If drinks help, that is.

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper shakes his head to Goth. "No, this is the reclaimation of reusable materials from the field of battle. I don't know, it might just because I've been focused more on aspects of his work lately as well, but it seems like the skirmishes have gone down in frequency with both militaries trying to deal with his manic schemes."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth lets out a churr, before he moves over to check said top drawer. "That is possible, if your theory on such is correct.." He'd hem. "Does cause an issue though.." He'd cringe, an issue he was partly the cause off, knitting his ridges, he'd cringe.

      "Speaking of Scrapper, that other medic ah.. Knock Out?, Sixshot, and I went back to the bunker that mimic was at, where I tripped over the crate that had a number of photos.. Seems he dogeared one that appears to be the sign inside? Outside? of the Stanix outskirts bar."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff shrugs. "Honestly...unless there's somethin' terribly useful, I gotta ask... why are we chasin' th' mimic? Do we even know if we'll get anythin' out of it?"

**Knockout has posed:**
The voice of another can be heard, just now entering the room. It's sweet, slick, oily, as close to a purr as can be from a mech that does not have any beastly traits. "Because, Dustoff, even if it proves to be of no worth and all we end up doing is chasing images from some confused robot, isn't it best /we/ find that out rather than allowing the other side to beat us to it?"

Knock Out adds, while crossing his arms lightly in front of himself, "Besides, if it does lead to something useful, of course we'll want our hands on that. Only one way to find out."

**Scrapper has posed:**
Scrapper helps sort some parts out but his attention is pulled back to Goth quickly. "Oh? ... Hmmm." Rubs the chin of his mouthguard with one hand. "But what interest could he have in a bar? Seems a bit too... public, compared to the previous locations he's laired up."

And then Dustoff pops a very important question. "Because he's potentially more of a threat than it would seem at first. And I'm not talking about his impersonation skills, either." Cue a perfectly timed arrival and comment by Knock Out. "Yes, exactly. This mech gets it." A digit is wagged towards him. "And more on that last part later."

The engineer pulls out his datapad and brings up his copy of the schematics that were found in the previous lair. "From the analysis of these blueprints of his devices, and a rather... awkward encounter with one personally, we've determined that he is experimenting in technology that can afflict the memory and cognative abilities of Cybertronians. Knowing his repeated declarations of wanted to 'stop the War' and a desire to build a large number of these devices across the planet -- nevermind the insane amount of power that would take, that's his own fault for not considering it fully," a dismissive wave is given at that part with the pad, "I have theorized that he intends to 'end' the war by making the population forget it was ever happening in the first place."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff says, "I mean, could argue the case an' say...isn't it better the Bots go on some wild chase, burn up resources, while we build up our own and then wait for them to find it and take it from them?" He chuckles softly. "Always an upside and a downside. Just depends how you go for it... but this war's all about attrition an' resource management, not just area denial." He glances at Knock Out and shrugs lightly before going back to sorting and inventorying the contents of the crate. "An'...if something this nutcase is buildin' takes a lot of power...quit chasin' the mimic. Find th' power.""

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth glances back on hearing Knock out, ah he was back, an ear going up, another down, before he looks back down to dig through the drawer. "I suspect he may just simply be hiding out somewhere in Stanix's outskirts, as I doubt he'd actually hide out in the bar itself." he'd muse. "That, or using the bar's neutrality as a way to prevent being attacked?" he'd start thinking. "...I certainly hope this isn't another attempt to poison it's supply of engex." He'd groan.

      "...Fairly, I fear what may happen if he succeeds, as I myself have only been here a Orbital cycle so.." He'd start thinking, when did the war start correlation to his coming here..? He may.. Ohh, that makes him knit his ridges looking fearful, and shutters.

**Knockout has posed:**
Knock Out spends more time focused on what Scrapper has to say before he responds to anything else. "Ah, yes. I've heard that theory going around and I can't say I'd be entirely opposed to it. There are a few things I'd enjoy forgetting about, like that time a deca-cycle or so back where I had too much to drink and...ah, but that would be telling."

A hand cuts through the empty space before him as if to banish the thought, then he adds, "Peace may be a noble gesture, but it is an unrealistic dream at this point. Forcing it on all of us, were such a thing possible, would not prevent us from ending up in the same places again, either."

More for Dustoff, he points out, "It requires resources whether we take the lead or we follow, and while I can appreciate a good drafting strategy as much as the next racer, sometimes it's better to take the lead and hold it. Loathe as I am to admit it, we might not always have the opportunity to catch up. While we are discussing what was found in the crate and our next steps, they may still be /looking/ for the place to begin with, and we left them no clues as to the next step."

**Scrapper has posed:**
"That..." Thoughtful pause. "... Dustoff has a point, actually. Even if he can't go to the scale he intends, just utilizing his phylon design requires a location that he can either get power or supply it. Which is likely why we haven't seen him utilize the devices more directly yet."

He flicks digits across the screen of his datapad, switching to his own notes and diagrams. "I, on the other hand, have been working on exactly the other thing Knock Out mentioned. To take advantage of this technology to our own benefit." He stops on his modified design and uploads it to one of the displays for the others. "Planet wide scale is, quite honestly, a novel but extremely impractical and power wasting prospect. But, by downsizing it to the scale of an actual weapon, say something akin to a large launcher due to the intricate components and power supply required, it could be used to disrupt the organization amongst the Autobots during combat. The power requirments even downscaled are such it would only get one or two shots, but a more focused effort would make it more effective enough to only -need- that to throw the enemy ranks into disarray."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff just sort of shrugs as one counters and the other agrees. He finishes a quick stock-check on the crate of supplies and then returns to his desk to pour himself a drink. "An' I agree, yes, with stayin' ahead of th' bots... but doin' it smartly. Let 'em run a race, doesn't mean much if we're waitin' at th' finish line already. I still say...screw th' mimic, focus on th' toys an' what keeps 'em runnin'."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth had sat himself down to the side, using one of the surgical mirrors above the medical berth he was on to replace his protective optical gass himself, yes he was doing self repair and hemmed. "Fairly, I can agree to that sentiment." That and he really rather not forget Dustoff, but that is his own selfish reasoning.

      "There." He'd finally chirp resetting his optics as the new glass is finally back in place... Unfortunately for Goth, the tool slides from his fingers and smacks him right on the nose bridge, and lets out a surprised curse, and yelp, grumbling, rubbing at the spot, and sighs out.

**Knockout has posed:**
"Ah, now that would be a delight to see in action, Scrapper. Do let me know if you require a hand getting to the point of making that a reality," Knock Out all but coos, turning his attention toward Goth soon afterward. "You appear to be handling things well enough on your own," he remarks, hands clasping behind his chassis. That is, before the tool slips. "I may have spoken too soon."

Clearing his throat, or whatever passes for one, he takes in the rest in the room. "Always smartly, but aggressively when called for, hmm? I don't think we can just ignore this Mimic, especially if the trail leads us to what we are after."

**Scrapper has posed:**
"The Mimic should not be ignored, lest he become more than an nuicance... But I for one am definately in on, as Dustoff put it, finding ways to turn his 'toys' to our own benefit." Scrapper pauses, rotating the diagram on the display to expand the electrical components and wiring notes. "I may very well have to take you up on that, Knock Out. The information we gathered was considerable but incomplete, confound those Autobots that probably don't even realize the potential of what they pilfered. But in reverse engineering I've had to try and redesign some components I don't have full data on, as well as the downscaling, and that is what is slowing my progress down a tad."

**Dustoff has posed:**
Dustoff is already done listening to most of the conversation, he's sipping on his drink and scrolling through the list of things he's added to inventory to see what shortages are still present in the supply logs.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth glares at Knock Out and raises a rude gesture with his free hand as he rubes at that sore spot, he'd huff and get up and make his way back over to Dustoff and take his normal spot beside him.

**Knockout has posed:**
Knock Out merely flashes Goth a half-smile, reminding, "I /did/ offer to help with your repairs." He then turns to address Scrapper one more time. "Should you have need of anyone to test things out on, we might be able to scrounge up a...volunteer or two. Just let me know." He offers them a literal bow as he steps back toward the way out. "Now if you'll all excuse me, I have some projects to work on and, for once, it seems we are short on anyone who needs fixing up."

**Scrapper has posed:**
"Yes. Enjoy that while it lasts." From anyone else that might come off as snarky, but it's a genuine sentiment from Scrapper. Medical staff is stressed out enough as it is around here. He's already back in his zone when it comes to work though, walking over to one of the stations used for soldering circuitry and other small internal component repairs. "Just need to figure out how to align these segments properly to focus the energy emission without disrupting the specific frequency needed...."