| A Postponed Talk. | |
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| Date of Scene: | 16 March 2019 |
| Location: | Medical Bay |
| Synopsis: | Buzzsaw gets his chance to talk with Goth after being unable to the Night before. |
| Cast of Characters: | Buzzsaw, Goth |
- Goth has posed:
Goth was still laid out on the medberth, he'd pulled the privacy current around at some point after he'd woken up form recharge the first time. His system repairs had long kicked in and managed to seal off whatever leaking lines there where. He was party in recharge, he'd been waiting to hear for Dustoff or on of the other medics to come in since he'd woke up the first time. The Datapad was still say nearby with the half-finished report written on it.
- Buzzsaw has posed:
It must be torturous when those doors open and, well, rather than one of the proper medics as the beastformer might be hoping for, it's Buzzsaw. Again. He glides in rather noiselsessly -the door itself being the louder aspect of his approach- and alights on the berth, wings folding in as he regards Goth carefully, taking in the lingering damage, the self-repair done so far, and everything remaining yet to do. "You look horrid." There's no...sympathy in the remark, just a simple, blunt statement of fact.
- Goth has posed:
Indeed it was, he'd been listening for Dustoff this whole time, but kept being met with disappointment. He'd open one optics to look up at the Cyro-condor, a sour frown plastered on his face plate.
It was always hard to figure out just what the bird was feeling, but given the blunt statements, he was starting to think the bird had a bit of.. Soundwave's quirks, and best not to take them to spark.
"...Mmm I feel horrid as well, but I suppose that's the price of coming back conscious for a change."
- Buzzsaw has posed:
Or, perhaps, Soundwave had some of the bird's quirks? ...probably both ways were right.
Buzzsaw hops up and looks at one of the more grievous of injuries, a single talon on his foot running along the jagged edge. "Strategy which has you at the forefront of operations is flawed at best. That, perhaps, is probably the only matter of substance Darkstar and I can agree on." He pauses just shy of actually nicking and re-opening a line, that clawed foot drawing back as he settles himself in a more appropriate perched posture. "Tell me about our newest recruit."
- Goth has posed:
Goth flinched feeling the talon, but he kept himself from moving out of place. He'd let out a grunt, keeping his optics focused on the ceiling. The most grievous appear to have been made by the impact of the missle he'd taken, and the fire that followed it. There was some remaining electrical sparking from where he'd been stunned at the start of the fight.
"...It's the only matter I also agree on as well... I may be an example of both intellect and strength, but it is at a cost with my flammable mesh and flimsy armor." He'd huff. There would be a moment of silence as he thought about how to go about explaining what he's observed from Darkstar.
"In which sense?" He'd ask as he attempted to puzzle together which information Buzzsaw was asking for.
- Buzzsaw has posed:
Those eyes smirk moreso than the beak allows, and he meets Goth's curious effort at clarification with a soft chuckle. "There's more than one sense? Interesting... why don't you break it all down for me in a clear, organized fashion. After all, if I knew everything about him, I'd seek specifics, wouldn't I."
It's a lie. He probably already knows far more than he's letting on... but he just leaves it at that and hop-glides over to one of the supply tables, landing carefully with one foot while the other closes around a select few instruments, each one picked up, rotated about, and looked over carefully. "I'm listening."
- Goth has posed:
"There is always more than one way to explain a bot." He'd chirp, a bit pleased he'd made Buzzsaw grin. He'd glance to where Buzzsaw then hopped, before glancing back at the ceiling, closing his optics and started digging into his memory recall.
"Short tempered, and violent, which makes him rather unpredictable, and reckless. He'd nearly fired on I, and Blast Off on that scouting mission, after we'd thought we'd been discovered only to find we'd been tricked.. He'd also attempted to go after said Autobot when we suspected we detected one." He'd let out a hem.
"Ego controlled, boastful, Charismatic, manipulative, and ambitious. He believes he can go after, and take down, Sky Lynx, though admits he needs help in some strange degree, why he's been attempting to get me to aid him, I believe he knows my ability to find weak points in a bots armor, thus wishes to use it to his advantage to such, but I am no pawn to obvious suicide plans." He'd huff.
"On that note, he seems to enjoy being the center of attention, as from what I've seen with his drinking habits at the jump joint." He'd roll his optics. "He also openly admits his biase for us Beast-formers... I dare say, he's like a nightmare situation of the worst of Vortex and Phantom being merged into a singular entity." Goth would cringe at his own thought, that was a nightmare situation.
- Buzzsaw has posed:
Buzzsaw finally settles on what looks to be a scraper of some sort, at least it's a thin, flat-headed device that's probably meant for such application... He glides back over to where Goth is sharing information and observations and peers into those fissures and cracks again. "Don't move."
That's about as much a warning as is offered before he drives the scraper in. For Goth, it's...probably far from comfortable. There is nothing to numb the sensation of the scraper pressing in, brushing against everything in its way, and right up until it strikes an internal grounding point.
It will probably feel like another strong jolt, but at the very least, the sparks subside, akin to a capacitor releasing the stored charge all at once, really. He pulls the scraper out, looks at the scorched surface, and then tosses it aside.
"When you recover...take Darkstar to meet his ambitious goals. Give him...superficial backup, but don't let him die. I'm curious to see if he can learn a lesson." He settles himself down again. "If you don't want to, then...well, I've other ways of dealing with internal problems."
- Goth has posed:
Goth let out a pained hiss, not moving as instructed, but it didn't stop him from digging what was there of his claws into the medberth, but some relief eventually did come when he felt the electric discharge finally release that had been plaguing him for the past Solar-cycles.
His voice was weak, and a bit ragged when he started speaking again, but he was indeed trying to force his normal tone of voice. "I..Do not know if that is wise.. I've drawn the larger autobot's ire on more than one occasion, with using the Autobot Sic as a bargaining chip, as well as 'reconfiguring' his fuel lines more then once." By all means the big dumb predacon looking Autobot was not as dumb as he looked, he'd know Goth would be the more important one to take out, for that matter, Darkstar would likely figure quickly Goth was not giving it his all, specially if he was hiding and Goth wasn't exactly willing to lose a wing at the moment.
There where mumbles from the bat as he tired to figure a way on how he'd not be seen to allow such, likely an attempt to focus on something else other then the pain. He'd frowned in thought. "Before I forget... that same jump joint encounter, he manipulated the crowded in an intimidation tactic to make them believe I was a traitor for not wanting to give my help to 'the cause' as he so plainly put, but honestly it was a mincing of words... So, should I be called at the next.. 'meeting' about such.." he'd grumble.
- Buzzsaw has posed:
Buzzsaw looks at Goth critically. "You're acting like a footsoldier, you need to think like like an intelligence official." He leaves it at that. "Not everything is solved by...overt means. But, very well, if you can't think of something, then...well, I can simply knock his ego down a bit myself. It's hardly difficult."
He carries right on as though it's a simple affair for him to do such things. "I do not want to disparage you, but the impression within Operations is that of brawn before brain. There's a reason the Intelligence division, while perhaps lacking in the 'show of force', still intimidates as well as it does... you know why that is, yes?" He chuckles a bit.
"As for talks of treason from a boisterous voice...ignore them. Don't get rattled by arrogance or you'll find yourself making mistakes that do, indeed, play into their game."
- Goth has posed:
Goth let out a grunt in response, it wasn't totally wrong, Goth's line of thinking mainly was, if he was seen, he was more then dead, which had long been the case in all of this, specially when Prowl was involved. He'd mumble out a few more scenarios as he ran them through his processors, he'd figured Darkstar would blame him when he failed, and the repercussions for that where.. Less than savoury, for that matter, what if Goth himself fell?
He did not believe Darkstar would pull him out of there and would leave him to be taken by the Autobot's and... A shiver ran through his frame. The previous 'work' from Buzzsaw was all but a simple reminder of what much worse could be done to him in one of their laboratories. "Understood.. Hrm, I will.. see what I can do." He'd huff, before glancing over, no he didn't know, he did have a theory though, one he was unsure to voice.
"...No, though, I've suspected, it is due to... The careful implementation of fear, and thinking more then two steps ahead of the opposition, and tactful manipulation." He admits, however, there was nothing tactful about Vortex in Goth's mind, he was an outlier.
He'd give a simple nod, trying to relax, and forget the pain he'd felt moments before. "Hmm, something I've been mindful of... I however figured best to mention something before such a bomb is dropped and.. Well." He'd huff again, leaving it at that, he'd rather get a head of the curve before the curve got him.
- Buzzsaw has posed:
"Implementation of fear..." He repeats the phrase and clicks his beak amusedly. "Manipulation? Perhaps, perhaps... but it runs deeper than that. Far deeper. Let me...put it this way, perhaps it will shed some light on the shadows we tend to work from."
He does take a moment to just...reflect on his own thoughts before speaking them aloud. "Infantry. Footsoldiers to the last. Brawn that serves a purpose in that they can take a hit and deliver it back. Cannon fodder at the end of it, really... They'll die long before Megatron will by design."
He chuckles softly at the thought. "Aerospace. A collective that ensures superiority in a domain. Primarily, a means of projecting force far and wide. Help spread a message, if you will, and establish global presence.
"Operations...where your unfortunate spark resides. Logistical support and on-field strategy. Build and maintain what is needed to further the cause and keep the projecting powers and ground forces...functional. At least, as functional as is needed to keep them in line."
He can't help but smirk again. "And that leaves Intelligence. The heart of the cause. Our loyalties are bound to the Cause because it is /our/ Cause. Megatron embodies it, and I would dare say trusts us well enough that what we see, hear, and feel is absolute truth, that how we interpret everything is aligned with what is needed to achieve our goal..."
He looks down at some of the dried energon on the medberth's surface and scratches a claw in a slow circular pattern. "We are the inner circle. The representatives of the absolute Truth. Those who do not embrace Truth fear it... Those who fear us are only here for their own gains and, I would wager, not aligned with the Cause we serve. They will betray it eventually, but until then they are our pawns, and we know it. We know them far better than they know themselves, and somewhere deep in their subconscious, that stirs fear."
- Goth has posed:
An interesting perspective to say the least, one that does intrigue him. He'd flinch at the sound of metal against metal, curse his stupid sensitive hearing, but he'd bare it.
Though what did he mean by 'Where your unfortunate spark resides' It was something that made him raise a ridge, while Goth was a strategic person he wasn't exactly able to keep most up and running... Let alone himself, much as he hated to admit it.
"I see.. Insightful." That did give Goth some food for thought, just what exactly was he doing here again? Other then getting consistently slagged... He was a bit without cause at the moment, other then ensuring the best outcome for everyone else... When he had other people to assist.
- Buzzsaw has posed:
Buzzsaw clicks his beak softly and nods. "Well, if you shall excuse me...there's something I need to look into on my end. Do...keep your head about you. I'm sure you'll find yourself with all the opportunities you'll need to address the current problems you face." He considers a moment. "Don't die until then." And, with that, he's turning and preparing to take flight so he can leave.
- Goth has posed:
Well, that left an impression. There was a tilt of his head, but not much else, but a nod. "... I shall try. I've,, managed this far." he'd huff, laying back, trying to ease the trembling in one of his arms.