1245/Blast Off Protection

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off comes limping in, still smoking slightly and smelling of burnt rubber, scorched metal and circuitry. Looking around, he grumbles.... "I know there was a pile of pillows here somewhere..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth was sitting, waiting in the medical bay, he mostly got to sit all this out after them ess at the glacier! That and Dustoff had been out on missions again so Goth was alone in the medbay. He'd vent out tiredly as he waited for Blast Off to limp in, taking a sip of some of the enerwine he'd busted out, he needed a drink after all this.

      Goth then raised a ridge at Blast off, when his pillow nest was mentioned! "Not in your current state you are not." He'd chirp as he pushed himself up. "Would get them dirty." He'd add, as he pushed himself up, and patted the berth.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off's optics go straight to the wine. He stares hungrily at it before breaking away to look grumpily at Goth. He has definitely looked better. His armor is completely gone, leaving him looking a bit oddly thin and gray without his normal brown plates. "Just one, then?" He asks, stepping clumsily closer and sitting down on the berth, still eying that drink. "Or some wine..."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth squinted at Blast Off, before he held up a finger, went down, got one of the pillows, and returned and plopped it on the medical berth. "Give it back when you're done." He'd state with a pointed finger. "I also do not know if you'd be interested in my brand of wine, as it's /quite/ cheap, due to my restricted funds." He'd add, before sitting down to begin work, fixing the damage underneath first.

      He'd also bring up some schematics on the computer not far, mostly on Blast off's frame, as well as Dustoff and his research on Blast Off's heat shielding and armor. "You would need to likely have Dustoff look over my work, but I am working from his schematics and plans." He'd say.

**Blast Off has posed:**
The shuttle's violet optics light up when Goth brings back a pillow. Trying to look aloof about it, he doesn't immediately grab for it... but he doesn't wait long, either, before plucking it up fast and cuddling into it as he lays on the berth. Blast Off's frame finally relaxes a little as he seems to pinch his facial expression at the mention of cheap wine. "On second thought... I'll just wait until I can return to my quarters..." There's a small "thanks" as he snuggles into the softness of the pillow. After a time, he adds, "Excellent. I need an upgrade. This is getting \*tiresome\*."

**Goth has posed:**
     "As I thought." He'd chuckle as he worked. "Do now understand my own troubles each time I was getting beaten on the field when I first arrived." He'd smirk, quite glad he wasn't getting as knocked out as he had been before, but now, well now it was the other way around, and he was quite proud of his progression.

      "Once I have all the underline damage repaired I'll start putting on the new platting. Dustoff did his best to keep it looking as... sleek." He'd say after a pause, looking for the word. "As your current was, but it maybe a bit more bulky... So, will need to train with it, to get used to the weight difference, I was sliding around for awhile there as I got used to mind, was both light, and heavy at the same time, completely threw me off."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off nuzzles into the pillow, tempted to turn off his audials and stay like that for a few weeks, at \*least\*. But he eventually glances up at the medic, frowning beneath his faceplate, ego feeling bruised. "I usually \*duck\* better." He huffs softly, considering. "I don't know why I seem to keep forgetting how to, as of late. Are you \*certain\* my reaction times and evasive subroutines are the same as before? Maybe they got knocked out of commission or something..." He grumbles, not sure why he's had such a bout of \*klutz\*itis. He nods. "So your armor has made a significant difference?"

With a small sigh, he gazes at nothing before glancing back up to Goth. "I'll deal with it. I'm a space shuttle- if it's space-worthy I can handle it." Besides, maybe it'll give him further excuse to train with Onslaught.....

**Goth has posed:**
     "Yes, I've actually been able to dodge, and I'm not /instantly/ taken out by Prowl's damn grenades anymore, I can actually survive being on fire." Goth chuckled, before tapping at his chin platting with a sharp finger. "Could attempt a recalibration of your systems, even if they do state everything is normal." He'd muse.

      He'd nod though as he worked. "Well, warning is there, so cannot set I did not warn you." He'd nod, checking the computer a moment before continuing his work, once he's done with the underline damage, he'd follow the noted instructions on the medical files Dustoff had made, and got the armor started in the oven.

      He'd then move over to Blast Off as he waited for the timer to go off.

**Blast Off has posed:**
"Must be nice..." Blast Off mutters to himself before blinking and quickly stating, "I...I mean, I usually survive enemy attacks too! I just... have had a bout of bad luck lately, is all..." He tells himself, and Goth. Of course he usually survives by not getting hit in the first place.

The shuttleformer glances over at the oven... wait, Goth's gonna put armor in the oven, THEN on him? He'd start sweating if Cybertronians were capable of it... BUT NO. He's a space shuttle, he can take the heat! Drawing in a deep vent, he nods. "I'll accept reasonable risks... we're in a war, it's not like our safety is gauranteed. However, I do not wish to take foolhardy risks, unlike \*some\* of my teammates....." \*cough\* Vortex \*cough\* "\*Someone\* has to keep a level head, right?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth makes a /noise/ when luck is brought up, considering he's considered /very/ unlucky, if not cursed, at least Blast Off's not blaming him for it... He does however quirk a brow when Blast Off mentions that it must be nice; considering they were in the opposite positions not long ago.

      He'd chuckle though. "And by that I take you mean Vortex and Phantom." He'd smirk. "...Though, I would not say their the /worst/ considering some of thee... Shenanigans, I've seen others pull." He'd nod, taking a sip of his wine.

      "But you are correct, we are not guaranteed, I just wish someone would of had the courtesy to inform me from the start in some of this." He'd vent. "Been on the field /quite/ too often for someone who was merely meant to be a scientist..." He'd roll his optics. "I am however grateful that I've been transfered to work with Soundwave." He'd nod.

      Once the timer goes off he'd set his glass down, make sure Blast Off's pain receptors are off, and moved to pull out the new armoring, and let it cool slightly, before moving to start shaping the plates to fit proper to Blast Off's frame.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off ughs, facepalming at the names. "...Yes. Phantom is several circuits short of a full board, if you catch my meaning. I do \*not\* know why a warrior such as myself has to work with someone like that." Tsk. "It \*is\* vexing, isn't it?" Though when Goth mentions working for Soundwave, the shuttleformer quirks an optic ridge and studies thebat a moment before glancing away. "Ah. Uh, congratulations." Note to self- don't say anything self-incriminating around Goth. \*ahem\* "I... well of course we do what we can to serve the cause, and all that." Ahem.

As Goth places the armor on him, Blast Off watches, fascinated- and a little apprehensive. "This \*will\* look sleek, right? You specifically said \*sleek\*. Sleek and... and sophisticated?"

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth scoffs. "Phantom has tried to murder me more then once." He'd reply with a roll of his optics. "So I am /quite/ aware." He'd nod, before walking over, fitting the armor plating into place. "Thank you, I take you've not yet checked the announcement board?" He'd question before continuing, For shame! He'd though Blast Off would at least check the reports.. Then again he was likely teasing by the grin on his face.

      "Should, maybe a bit more bulky, but should match, and I don't mean to sound rude." He'd say as he gestured his hand to Blast Off's chassis center. "But if we didn't, we knew we'd never likely hear the end of it." He'd grin.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off nods, this time a bit more sympathetically. "Why do intelligent mechs like ourselves get dragged into these messes with buffoons like that?" He lets out a vent, not really noticing the attempt at humor. "Of course I read the announcement board. Onslaught expects me to stay abreast of all current knowledge and tactics being employed." His face under the faceplate darkens. "Not that that saved me from finding myself entirely \*alone\* on this latest mission..." Hurrumph! "That ought not happen again, tsk."

As Goth describes the armor, he considers, then nods again in approval, still watching the process. "But of course," he purrs, "I am a mech of culture and taste, everyone knows that. I trust you of all people to appreciate that."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Because aggression and might making right are the far more easier and popular options then thinking things through." He'd huff. "Sadly, I am not one to speak, as my propper mode is /much/ stronger then my root-mode" He'd explain with an aggravated vent. "But you have seen what my drones can do, far more fun than just hitting things, even if it does relive much more stress."

      Goth chuckled, and nodded as he worked. "Hopefully once Dustoff is not as busy with resource gathering and rescue mission I'm sure I can be on the field much more." He'd nod, and tilted his helm at Blast off. "But of course." That and he didn't want to point out he meant they would never hear the end of Blast Off's whining if they messed it up or it was too ugly.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off sighs, as one of his black fingers start to trail along one of the new seams. "Unfortunately, yes. Much harder to have patience and..." Talk things out? Seek peaceful solutions? He's not sure how well that would play with Goth or, really, any other Decepticon, so he doesn't finish the sentence except to say, "...Look before you leap."

Indeed, Blast Off \*would\* whine if he looked bad, not that he'd call it \*whining\*. More like justified outrage! "You've been out there many times; I do not doubt your dedication to the cause." The shuttleformer tires of watching the process and buries his head into the pillow. The battle took a lot out of him and he's really starting to feel it.

**Goth has posed:**
     "Indeed, one must carefully analyze a situation and calculate the best course of action, instead of just jumping to punch the nearest thing, after all wars are not just won through brute force, but dirty politics." He'd vent aggravatedly. "Something I should of stated outright to begin with, when this topic arose with another, and made me look the fool for it." He'd roll his optics again as he continued working in each new piece of armor.

      Goth hemmed. "Though I do need to ensure everything I do is... tempered, as I do not wish to give Dustoff to much a fright, or work." He'd muse, before snapping his fingers. "Before I forget, I've been needing to mention some help in finding a bottle of one of the engexs Dustoff's favorites." He'd say as he tapped on the armor with his knock as he tested to ensure it wasn't loose.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle enters the medbay. "Did I hear someone say something about needing an upgrade?" he says. He looks around, then spots his combatibro on a repair bed. He goes over to Blast Off, looking him over. "Oh, man, you really got it, didn't ya?" he says, "Looks like you're going to need a lot more pillows, there. And ones that won't get dirty, either."

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off just lets Dustoff do his thing, trusting that he's safe here. Hopefully. "Yeah..." He says, a bit half-heartedly, at Goth's statements on winning wars. "Well, Onslaught is one of those who do think before they act, and it's kept us Combaticons alive, so.... I suppose I should just be grateful \*he's\* my Commander. I'd shudder to think what it must be like being a...a..." His waves his hand around, trying to think, "Stunticon or something." The he perks slightly, shifting his head to glance up at Goth. "Yes? I am certainly well versed in the subject..."

As Swindle enters the room, the shuttle perks again, turning to look at his teammate. "Ah, Swindle!" He sighs and -just a bit melodramatically- falls back into the pillow. "INDEED. I worked \*very\* hard and I deserve some proper \*care\* and recharge. Can you believe NO ONE was there to help me try to take Harmonex back? Tsk, not even Harmonex, the RUINS of Harmonex, and ...remind me why we're fighting for such garbage again?" With a tsk he nestles back into the pillows like the drama queen he is.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would roll his optics at Blast off, but watch as the put on a show for his... Brother. The Bat-mech medic crossed his arms and listened to the two, and.. Well /pouted/ that was his pillow after all! And Swindle better not have been calling it dirty! (Even if Vortex touched it) his ears fell back and he glanced to Swindle, who, he was actually seeing moving for a change.

      "Well, should be quite alright here soon as the new platting sets, and finishes cooling... Which, mind you, I suggest not taking any hits till it does when you do start moving about, any damage could cause it to become brittle and I would need to do this all over again."

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle says, "Well whatever it is, better be some profit in it somehow," Swindle says to Blast Off. He reaches into subspace and pulls out a pillow, handing it to Blast Off. "See? Completely oil and solvent repellant. Wipes clean with ease. A steal at a measly 150 credits." He gives his combatibro his winning smile. He looks over at Goth. "Heat-treated armor plating, is it? That's the good stuff.""

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off winces a bit... "Understood." He does NOT want to have to redo this. "I suppose I'll just need to take a break from my \*magnificence\* in battle and simply rest. I'll survive, somehow." With lots of wine and maybe even MORE pillows. Which- "Ooo..." He watches with interest as Swindle offers another pillow, eagerly reaching out for it. Then he hesitates and... ah. His expression falls a bit flat at he stares at his teammate. However, he mutters, "....Fine. Put it on my tab." Then grabs the pillow and starts building his nest.

He gives Swindle a nod, "Heat resistant, of course, as a shuttle I obviously have to take the heat when reentering the atmosphere. But something a bit sturdier. Should help me withstand more assaults." He looks up. "..." There's another slight hesitation, then, "It... looks good, right?" He needs a mirror darn it!

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth glanced over to the broken mirror Phantom had broke not long ago when he opened that portal to the plateau, and vented a sigh, one of the many things Phantom had /broken/ in the medical bay.

      Goth squints as Blast Off starts making his own pillow next with that, and his, oh he better be giving that back soon! He doesn't say anything but give a /judging/ squint, he'd then move to bring one of the surgical mirrors attached to the ceiling over to point straight down at Blast off to show him his form.

      "Should prove helpful, yes?"

**Swindle has posed:**
"So whaddaya say, five more like it? On your tab?" Swindle says, "I'll have 'em ready by tomorrow." He grins at Blast Off. After all his combatibro needs a proper pillow-nest (or pillow fort?). "Looks amazing," he says as he scrutinizes the work Goth has done to the armor plating. "A little shine and polish and it'll look even better." Maybe then Blast Off won't be such a glass cannon, now?

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off doesn't notice the squint from Goth, too busy burying his brown helmeted head into the pillows. MMMMMM. PILLOW FORT. He looks back up as the medic brings out the mirror, studying in detail every ridge, every plate, every curve. "Oh, nice." He rolls an arm as he gazes at the armor from every angle. Looking back to Swindle as he tries selling him EVEN more, the shuttle grumbles, then sticks up twi fingers. "Alright, two more. That's \*it\*."

He does seem to enjoy Swindle's admiration of the work, though, looking fit to start preening. "Excellent. I most definitely \*will\* make sure I look my best." He stretches, then curls into the pillows more, optics dimming. "But for now... I think some recharge is in order." After a moment, his optics light back up and he glances towards Goth. "...I will get this pillow cleaned up before I return it to you, of course. I \*am\* a gentlemech, after all."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gave a nods to Blast Off, settling down some as he brushed his fur back into place. "Thank you, I'd much appreciate such, one of the few luxuries I had while stuck in that little ship." He'd explain, blunt, but not angry, before he looked to Swindle and crossed his arms and put his fingers against his own chassis. "I don't think I did /that/ poorly."

**Swindle has posed:**
"Aw, only two more?" Swindle sounds disappointed. "Oh, OK." He gets a padd out and notes in it to order only two pillows instead of five. He looks over at Goth, a confused look passing over his face plates. "No, no, you did fine, seriously. And how about yourself, want some stain resistant, wipe-clean pillows?" The consummate salesmech, Swindle can't help himself. Pillows for all! At a tidy profit, of course.

**Blast Off has posed:**
Blast Off nods to Goth, "But of course.... I'm not a heathen!" He turns to give Swindle a slight stink-eye before finally nuzzling down into the pillows for good. Drama Que-King? ...needs his rest.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuckles at Blast Off's response, before looking to Swindle, and points to the mech lightly. "...I would be tempted, however I am not a well paid bot, so I must pass." he'd hem, keeping his voice even if his optics where half-lidded.

      He'd take a few steps back and Transform back into his Bat-Alt mode and stretch. "Well, should be settled by the time you wake Blast off, do give it a test when you wake, that way I and, or, Darling-Dusty can make adjustments."

**Swindle has posed:**
"That's a shame," Swindle says, "Maybe I can see about helping you get a raise? Or at the very least a well-paid moonlighting job?" He looks over at his combatibro. "Nighty-night, bro," he says to the just-drifting-off shuttle.

**Goth has posed:**
     The large beast-mech quirks a ridge and golds his arms behind his back and leans forward, and lets out a "Hmmm?" as if prompting Swindle to continue, he was both curious, and slightly skeptical.

**Swindle has posed:**
"Oh, yeah, I can definitely get you some extra spending cash working with me," Swindle says, "Help me sell these pillows, and I'll cut you in, say, 15% of the profits?" Uncharacteristically generous of Swindle, but hey, if it helps Goth be able to afford Swindle's merchandise, so be it. "Heck, I'll even throw in a pillow for free."

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth should of seen /that/ coming, and silently wants to smack himself upside the head for being dumb enough to entertain the idea, but he says nothing and just pulls himself up straight into proper posture once more and bahs. "I'm a scientist." He'd state simply, gesturing to himself.

      "I design and build weapons, biological warfare and the like." he'd wave his hand. "I don't think i'd be to well suited to that, that and being a beast-former alone is quite the repulse for most." He'd also point out, most would just think their dirty.

**Swindle has posed:**
Swindle's face brightens. "Oh! Even better! You design and manufacture things for me to sell, and I'll cut you in on the profits. That I think would be more suited to your specific talents, am I right?" He grins his winning smile. If one approach doesn't work, why then try another.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth just squints, he can't tell if Swindle's being genuine or not, but he knows better than that, He'd start walking over to the stairway door and looked back. "I shall.. Consider it." He'd say simply, knowing what Vortex has told him. "For now, should rest, as it is late in the lunar-cycle, and I hopefully am to see Dustoff come the waking hours, once he returns."

**Swindle has posed:**
"Sure, no pressure," Swindle says, treading carefully given Goth's hesitance. "Yeah, I'm thinking it's time to turn in for recharge myself. See ya next cycle, ok?" He wanders over to Blast Off, pats him lightly on the shoulder, and then takes his leave, returning to his quarters to sleep.