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Cybertronian Commerce
Date of Scene: 30 November 2019
Location: Medical Bay
Synopsis: Swindle sells a pillow to those who need it most
Cast of Characters: Swindle, Vortex, 84, Goth, Darkstar


Darkstar has posed:
    Darkstar was in the medical bay for a routine checkup after reporting some minor stiffness in one of his left arm servos. He'd been here for some time, the Spacer had, and that time was mostly spent waiting which allowed him the time that he needed to pay attention to some important work. A datapad in hand he was busying himself with replaying training sessions between Blast Off and himself, laughing every so often whether it was himself he was seeing get blasted onto his aft or the other Decepticon spacer alike.

"Bawhahahah! HAHAHAH!"

Swindle has posed:
Swindle is making yet another delivery, pushing a dolly with a few boxes stacked on it through the doorway. It's a different delivery than earlier that week; this assortment of boxes contain various replacement fluids and other medical liquids, all in bottles. He glances over at Darkstar. "Sounds like you heard a good joke lately. Mind sharing?" he wonders, grinning away.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex struts into medical like he owns the place. He looks around at everyone and waves. "What's up, medbay glitches?" he heads to a cabinet. "Medicine cabinet locked today?" he asks. Same old routine.

Goth has posed:
     From that stairway door was the sound of rattling, someone coming up, then the door opens, and there's Goth looking...Well he's hiding it well enough, but it's pretty clear he's sick, Goth's ears fall back hearing Darkstar, flinching even, why, why did this guy have to be so loud? Uhg nothing he could do.

     Goth gave his classic dead-pan look and sighs. "Enjoying yourselves?" he'd grunt. He looks to Vortex. "When are they not locked?"

Darkstar has posed:
    Darkstar holds up a hand for a moment to silence the 'talker', his red optics flashing once as he continues to watch the screen. "Ohh-hohoho! Ohhh-hahahahah!" Okay, he was good now. "Lieutenant Blast Off kicked some pretty good aft in the training room... Couldn't even touch the mech," the Spacer notes as he tosses the first datapad onto the table beside him. "I found this other vid of our training session...from before I returned," he explains, smirking. "Found 'is weakness," he offers with a chortle.

    "But enough about that..." Darkstar's gaze traveled to Vortex first, then to Goth and back after a brief pause. "Probably... Gotta keep the junkies at bay. Well... Other'n the medbay that is." A broad grin, Darkstar was feeling himself.

Swindle has posed:
"Ah, you did, did you?" Swindle says, "Just make sure the Autobots don't find out." He wheels the dolly into the supply closet and starts to unpack the boxes. "Yeah, at bay indeed. Especially with what I've got in these boxes here."

Goth has posed:
     Grunts at the group. "Hmm Thank you Swindle." Goth would say, watching.. He's not going to approach either of them or help put things away at the moment. "Glad to see you've amused yourself, even in defeat." Goth nodded to Darkstar and looked over those there.... Goth also wasn't tending to Darkstar, he was letting one of the nurses do it as he sunk into his computer seat.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex nods "Yeah those junkies are out of control. Better keep usbusy, or Primus knows what we'll do." He chuckles. "Of course Blast Off kicked aft. Hes a Combaticon thats what we do.' He brags.

Thundercracker (84) has posed:
    Thundercracker, for his part, doesn't feel like he needs to go to medbay necessarily. However, with his optics still occasionally scrambling despite many days of recovery from his previous operation, he makes his way there. As he opens the door, he scans the area, taking in the gathering of his fellow Decepticons with a quiet reservation before making his way quietly to an exam station. "Staying out of trouble in here, I hope," he says, his voice dull.

Darkstar has posed:
    Darkstar shrugs his pauldrons briefly in response to Swindle. "Eh... Only a gifted warrior could really make use o' it anyway. Doubt many Autobots'd be capable." Auto-BURN!

    The Spacer's optics slowly looked to his second datapad, where he began to tap a few keys to bring up notes on evasive aerial combat maneuvers. "What'cha got in the boxes?" comes a half interested reply. It most likely wasn't anything explosive or particularly dangerous in an offensive kind of way after all. "Only a fool fails to see defeat for what it truly is... Apparently the Lieutenant learned that lesson himself. S'Why he is...'worthy'."

    Darkstar smirks at Vortex. The Combaticons were always known to be fierce warriors as far as he was aware. "Indeed. Tha's why I train with combaticons above...MOST others anyway." Thundercracker's arrival is met with a 'hmph'. "Unfortunately..."

Swindle has posed:
Swindle finishes unpacking the first box, moving on to the second as soon as he's put all the bottles from the first one away. "Yeah, we Combaticons are the best there is," he says, agreeing with Vortex. He peers at the blue seeker that just wandered in. Forsaking the second box for the moment, he exits the storage area and approaches Thundercracker. "Say, you in the market for a stain-proof pillow? For all those times you want to recharge or are in the medbay but are leaking lubricants like there's no tomorrow, and want something comfortable that won't soak up all that stuff and be ruined? Everybody deserves at least a modicum of comfort in the medbay, after all." Winning smile.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex purrs as he heads to the cabinet "Always, Thundercracker. Whatcha bringing us?" he nods "If you want the best to train with come to us. We'll give you a show. For a price usually." He says, nodding to swindle with a chuckle. "Now wheres something sharp to play with?"

Goth has posed:
     Goth looks over hearing Thudnercracker, he'd not met him before, just heard stories, the sick bat-former knits his ridges in worry... Goth then pinches his nose bridge, oh god he's /still/ on about that? Goth's a bit embarrassed for him, but otherwise, hunkers into his seat and looks at Vortex, shaking his helm.

     "...Well, I've yet to yell at anyone so I yes, I can say most are behaving." he'd nod and glanced to Darkstar. "Medical supplies." He'd say simply, he wasn't going to say what type because he knows Vortex and Darkstar and then whips his head over causing himself a headache, he groans. "Voreeeex.."

Thundercracker (84) has posed:
    The Seeker closes his optics for a moment, shaking his head a bit. "I have no need for such a thing," he replies to Swindle, before he opens his optics again and focuses on Vortex. He bites back a reply, instead turning his focus on Goth, who earns a nod in response. "I doubt you need anything sharp in a place like this," he offers to Vortex, before his optics scramble for a brief moment and causes him to shake his head.

    "Damn that glitch and his missiles. Optics have been on the fritz since..."

Swindle has posed:
Undeterred in the least by Thundercracker's disdain for the pillow, Swindle smoothly switches tracks. "Oh, optics malfunctioning? I have just the thing. Special optic drops that will have your optic sensors sensing just like they should be. Whaddaya say?" Another winning smile.

Darkstar has posed:
    "How much fer' the pillow?" Darkstar asks Swindle as he thumbs through the datapad. Aerial combat maneuvers were quite a bit different from space combat maneuvers. The lack of atmosphere out in the vaccum allowed for a range of motion that was simply not possible otherwise. If he wanted to remain truly competitive it was clear that he would have to increase his atmospheric flight training, and perhaps add a few maneuvering fins to his design. Lucky for him he'd just so happened to pick up a few choice materials recently that would make such an upgrade more than possible.

    "Vortex... You're still a weirdo," the Spacer comments after the Rotary spoke up again. Slap the rank of Major on a mech, change realities, and give 'im a couple thousand years and Vortex was still Vortex. Some things never changed.

    "Corporal... Check this out. I want yer' expert opinion on where ta' fit these maneuvering fins ta' my Arrowship." Darkstar extended the datapad toward the mechabat. "Yer' supposed ta' be the smartest bot in the room...right?"

    Damn that glitch and his missiles?" "Who's that?" he wonders before Swindle steals his attention, albeit briefly. "The real thing fer' once...or another one o' yer' bogus turbo-snake-oil miracle cures?"

Vortex has posed:
Vortex chirps "Always have been a weirdo always will be a weirdo." He says proudly. He looks to Thundercracker. "What does he mean this isnt a good place to find sharps? This is the /best/ place to find sharps. Or someone in pain. Its my favorite hangout for both reasons." he says "You and your pillows."

Swindle has posed:
"Oh, I have a deal going on the pillow, so it's only 17 shanix," Swindle says, "Guaranteed for a lifetime against oil, rust stains, solvents, and heavy lubricant. Stays soft and fluffy forever." If this was a different era, Swindle would no doubt say it stays crunchy in milk. "What can I say," he says to Vortex, "You know Blast Off really, REALLY likes pillows."

Goth has posed:
     Goth looks annoyed, they are going to make him raise his voice, aren't they? He'd grumble, he carefully takes the datapad and starts looking it over. "Have you also considered you merely just got unlucky in the training sims? I know my performance for some reason or another betters in there..." He'd muse as he started looking over the data before grunting and covering his optics.

     "...This.. may take a little time, I have a headache and the room is... spinning." He'd admit. "Vortex stay out of the sharps bin!" He wasn't going to add why, they'd take advantage of that, and looked to the blue seeker. "...Goth.. Medical and Science officer." he'd murmur.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex nods "But you give them to Blasty for free." he says. "Cause hes your brother right?" he sighs at Goth. "But..." he hangs his head. "Fiiiine. Spoilsport."

Thundercracker (84) has posed:
    hundercracker tosses his head again, optics flickering again as he focuses on Vortex. "I said you didn't need them," he replies, before turning attention back to Goth. "Damn Blurr. I need something to actively fix this." His words are careful, but his statement is clear in answering Swindle's second pitch as well. "Cannot very well fly if I continue losing sight of my targets."

Swindle has posed:
"Well I gave one to him for free and sold him a few more," Swindle admits, "Because he's my brother." Gotta make some profit after all, even with combatibros. He shrugs at Thundercracker. "Eh, maybe Goth or one of the other medics will prescribe you something that I just happen to supply." He glances over at Darkstar. "So whaddaya say, Darkstar? 17 shanix a good deal for a pillow?"

Darkstar has posed:
    "I think you may be missing the POINT, Vortex..." Darkstar offers, still smirking as he continues to feel himself. I mean seriously! Have you ever seen someone quite so thoroughly amused by everything that comes out of his mouth?

    "Seventeen shanix sounds like a steal... Which means ya' probably did, didn't-cha?" Reaching into his subspace pocket, Darkstar retrieves the shanix and tosses them to Swindle. "Better be worth it... Or I'm comin' fer' ya, Sarge."

    Goth's comment draws a laugh from the Spacer whose optics flash as he booms. "You think this is about losing in TRAINING?" Shaking his head he'd slap a hand across his forehelm. "Ohhhh mech- that is rich... Winnin' all the time's fer' the battlefield. Trainin' is about learnin', growin', gatherin' intel on yer' opponents...and yer'self."

    Ahhh, Blurr... Wait, Blurr has missiles? Interesting. "Yeah, the Blue Bum is a wiggly one. He's got the same weakness as Blast Off though... Maybe I'll share it with ya' sometime," Darkstar replies amusedly to Thundercracker. "You could probably make decent use of it... Maybe..."

Swindle has posed:
Swindle catches the Shanix and tosses a pillow to Darkstar. True to Swindle's word, the pillow should seem sturdy and fluffy at the same time. "A few nights' rest on this baby and you'll know it was worth it." He grins. "Nah, didn't steal it. Didn't need to. Some merchant had a blowout sale offworld and I got in on the ground floor."

Goth has posed:
     Goth gives a flat look at Darkstar. "Its more in regards to ensure the statistics you are going off are not skewed." He'd say dryly, before coughing into the mask he was wearing. He'd gesture one of the medics over to help Thundercracker. "I would look myself Colonel, Sir. But I fear I don't want you getting what I have.." He'd grumble about something under his vents.

     "Thank you Vortex.." he says tiredly.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex hears the cough "You healing okay, Goth?" he asks, sharps forgotten. "What can I get to help you? You look like slag."

Thundercracker (84) has posed:
    The blue Seeker nods toward Goth, "I thank you for that. Being ill is a pain I don't currently need." As Swindle produces what appears to be an actual quality product, Thundercrqcker finds himself rethinking his position for the briefest of moments before deciding to stick to his guns. He looks toward Darkstar for a moment, then shrugs. "I will figure him out on my own, though I appreciate the offer." He lets the medic do their work, optics flickering harder before finally shuddering back to full strength.

Darkstar has posed:
    Darkstar smirks as he looks Goth over, while catching the thrown pillow with a free hand. Smooooth. "Spoken like a true warrior..." he notes of Thundercracker's response.

    "Oh, well... I dunno what that means really, bu' I do know a thing'er two about my own shortcomings. I was forged for space, but I've definitely got the right stuff fer' atmospheric combat on the level in me beyond what I've been known for already. Jus' need to add the appropriate hardware is all. When it comes ta' self improvement... Sky ain't even the limit, Bat Bot."

    "Then I'll be sure ta' put this ta' good use, Sarge. You find a decent contact fer' a performance chipset in yer' travels... You lemme know. I'll put up some serious shanix for hardware like that. Put this little pillow hussle ya' got goin' right now ta' shame."

    Leaning back, Darkstar lays down now to allow the nursemechs to continue tending to his arm as he listens to the expected exchange between Vortex and Goth. Optics dimming, he seems to care to do so without much input.

Goth has posed:
     Goth's ears fallback as Vortex takes notice of his condition but he relaxes. "Still fighting off the various diseases that were swimming in that..." he dry heaves a bit thinking about it. "Sewage..." he'd shutter. "Just thinking about it makes me want to go take another sanitation shower." He'd cringe.

     He then answered Darkstar. "Mostly meaning, at least in this case, that the readings are sewed more in the read out, due to a bad run or just getting 'lucky' as it where..." He knows alot about that sadly.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex winces "What all do you have? What... can I do to help?" he asks, concentrating on Goth. "I idnt know we could catch things ike that. Ew..."

Swindle has posed:
Swindle goes back to the boxes he was unloading before he got sidetracked. In short order he's got everything put away and the boxes come back with him to be re-used. After all, it saves money! He starts rolling the dolly with the empty boxes back through the medbay.

Goth has posed:
     "We have our own versions of them..." He'd knit his ridges. "If not other things entirely unique to us... An, I'm unsure yet, still running a number of tests..." Goth sighed. "just trying to keep my fluids up."

Vortex has posed:
Vortex nods "Hold on." he goes to a dispenser and returns with some energon "Can you drink? I'll get you some cubes."

Goth has posed:
     "Long as it's not Engex and normal low or mod grade." He'd confirm as he huddled there in the seat, notting the silence of Darkstar and the others.. Bot probably passed out. Goth rolled his optics.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex nods seriously "Which grade can you keep down? I'd like to get you as much as you can keep down." he admits. Weird that he frets over the bat like this.

Swindle has posed:
Swindle pops back in after putting the dolly and empty boxes away. "Say, if energon's in the offing, I'd love to have some too," he says to Vortex.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex comes back with a mid-grade cube for both. "Here's one for Swindle and one for Goth." he says. "I swear, Im basically a nurse in here." he says.

Goth has posed:
     "Does seem it sometimes.. anyway, thank you." Goth says softly as he starts nursing on it, he'd let out a vent. "....I do apologize for my grumblings." He'd glance away.

Vortex has posed:
Vortex shakes his head. "What grumblings? You're sick. And all the times you've taken care of me..."

Swindle has posed:
"Don't mind if I do," Swindle says, taking the proffered energon cube and sipping at it. He goes and sits near Vortex, drinking until he gets sleepy.

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