1453/Trash Run

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Trash Run
Date of Scene: 16 February 2020
Location: Medical Bay
Synopsis: Swindle comes to remove the trash, really everyone knows it's a cover though.
Cast of Characters: Swindle, Ravage, Goth


Goth has posed:
     Goth lays resting on the berth, still on an energon drip, slowly trying to process what the slag happened on this day.

Ravage has posed:
Ravage has been sitting over in the hallway. A few minor messages sent back and forth from him to whomever the small felinoid is conversing with. Heavily encrypted of course. The occasional twitch of his exoframe is the only indicator that he is sending or receiving messages, and actually present. Even when not trying to hide, Ravage is still difficult to spot.

Swindle has posed:
Swindle enters the repair bay, though instead of bringing stuff in, he has an empty bin on rollers that he's dragging behind him. No, this time, he's taking stuff out. As in, the recycling. Anything broken, discarded, or due for disposal. "Greetings, gentlemechs," he says as he comes through.

Goth has posed:
     Goth grunts in response, the bat-bot is acting.. oddly, all things considered, almost out of it as he stares at the ceiling, he's recently repaired, and very grateful for the /two/ guards around (Presuming Blast Off stuck around).. He keeps that crystalin cube of his clenched tightly in his hand.

Ravage has posed:
Ravage gives a glance over at that cart of things Swindle is taking out. "I take it that you have proper authorization to remove those items from this facility and that the head medic in turn has ensured that they are not needed for any repairs?" Skulking out just a little bit from whatever corner he had been in.

Swindle has posed:
Swindle looks over at Goth. "Boy, you sure got a working-over. Hope you're patched up nice and solid. You don't mind if I take the garbage out, right? Flicker your optics once for yes and twice for no?" Winning smile.

Goth has posed:
     Goth glances over. "Jazz had a flamethrower.." Goth huffs, placing his arm over his optics. "Got buried, helm hurts.." Goth mutters,

Ravage has posed:
Ravage just glances over at Swindle, "I will take that as 'you do not have the requisite authorizations on yourself'. Don't worry, if you need it I'm more than happy to put in a query over with the systems to have them electronically dispatched. I don't wisht o have you get in trouble with Shockwave in the case that something isn't properly filed. We know sometimes how he can find the lack of proper processing ever so irritating."

Swindle has posed:
Swindle picks up the circular files full of broken parts and the canister of used oil. "Oh, I'm sure I don't need special authorization to dispose of waste, now do I, Ravage?" he says, grinning. "I'm sure Shockwave is just dying to keep this burnt-out servo." He dangles a part that's toasted beyond repair, most likely discarded from a recent repair; maybe Goth's.

Ravage has posed:
Ravage glances at Swindle, "Actually, according to Disposal Protocol Seven Dretch Nine Standard Four Slash Delta Alpha Regula, reclamation by non standardized personnel requires approval by immediate chain of command from medical facilities. I believe that Shockwave has put this down along with the roughly three point nine five trillion other regulations he has put into effect to help streamline inefficiencies and redundant duty assignments."

Goth has posed:
     Goth rolls his optics and huffs. "Swindle.. if you just want to be in here, considering what happened, you don't need to make up things." Not Blast off after all! Swindle can be more openly shameless and worried, but Goth closes his optics once more, trying to process things. "...Report... need to file a report.." He'd mutter reaching around and feeling for a datapad.

Swindle has posed:
"And I'm pretty sure I'm authorized and contracted to take out the trash," Swindle sighs at Ravage. "Just as I'm authorized and contracted to bring in parts, lubricants, solvents, and all that other stuff, and at a great deal, too." He looks back over at Goth and rubs the back of his head. "Well yeah, there was that, too."

Ravage has posed:
Swindle sees through Ravage's attempt at bullscrapium and the felinoid gives ever the smallest glower over at Swindle. "Very well. So long as you -do- have them all properly registered." Some kitty isn't going to get his treat :(

Goth has posed:
     Goth chuckles, yes, he's starting to figure out Swindle, the one he's not spent a lot of time with, first real chuckle out of him since coming in and vents out. "....Blast Off did manage to get me out."

Ravage has posed:
Ravage glances at Goth, "You should be in stasis lock and on the recharge bed." The much smaller Decepticon notes.

Goth has posed:
     Goth looks over. "Technically I am doing one of those things.. However recharge does.. sound nice, Dustoff will likely have questions and..." Goth mutters. "...Rest helps the body heal." He'd sigh as he layed back down. "At least I will sleep through the night." Sometimes it sucked being nocturnal.

Ravage has posed:
Ravage nods at Goth, "Yes, you are safe here. I would.. Urge you to go to a total systems shutdown to let your autorepair systems kick in and the recharge berth to fully charge your energon reserves."

Swindle has posed:
"Yeah, Blast Off's pretty good about that," Swindle says, "Good thing he was around, yeah?" He continues loading the trash into his cart.

Goth has posed:
     Goth nods, his systems slowly shutting down, as he finally goes into recharge there on the breath... Light snoring squeaking heard indicating such.

Ravage has posed:
Ravage glances back over at Swindle. Job done now, the felinoid is heading out to the hall. From the casual listening some -very- useful information. Goth was not from Cybertron, at least one if not two of the Combaticons knew..

Very, very useful.

Swindle has posed:
Swindle having loaded everything, Swindle briefly stops by Goth's medical slab to pat him gently, before taking out the trash, whistling softly as he goes.